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Looking back,
Where was I?

There I am,
Across the line.

Laugh, if I could,
Cry, when I can.

Do we have
The right to die.

And what of it?
Does it exist?

Religious epitome.
W)R-i}gh{t-e my epitaph, if I'm wrong.

Tough (love_
_Death) touches.

If only I could be me,
If only you could see me.

-Detachment* is what I find to be,
-True ability- to be )without( bias.

And there I found it,
The answer to all.

*Vampire nature,
We all feed from something.

If I (cared), hated,
Everything would be qui<-t-e -complete-.

Dull
&That is
What I find.
True.