Drudgery in survival and making Your own choice. Years go by like traffic as You try to find Your voice. The point of Our own origin fades into the past and strangely now the future is the only thing to last. The wicked song of mortal life plays its ghastly tune and We will die before it's done for no one is immune. 
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