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IT, waiting and finding.

Everyone is waiting for it.
It being something to crave them.
It being something to make them.
It being someone to save them.
Waiting around for my life shall not be this bleak.
Waisting time because we are invincible until we die.
It being life, for death is for the living and the dead have already found it.

23 Jan 18

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