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You don't live.
No.
Breathing doesn't mean you live.
It means you're alive.
It means you have the possibility
The power
The opportunity to live.
To live, you need a fire.
Something to be activated.
You don't laugh.
No.
That you fake a laugh on a silly joke
Doesn't make you laugh.
If your stomach doesn't ache,
If you don't feel your tears on your eyes,
If your mouth isn't tired to stand wide open,
It doesn't make you laugh.
It makes you fake.
You don't cry.
If you don't feel your heart torn into pieces,
If your friend's shoulder isn't wet,
Or if you don't see your eyes redden
When you look in the mirror,
It doesn't make you cry.
It means you have never felt at all.
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