What if we aren't alive, and it's all just a lie?
What if it meant nothing when we would cry?
What if things change when we open our eyes?
Will we realize we've been drowning in lies?
What if we died in our sleep a long time ago?
Would anyone look for us, or even care though?
What if there wasn't a life to live in the first place?
Would there be any signs of the human race?
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Poems For The Sad Soul
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