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  • When do I die? Why do we lie? Why must we sleep? Always forced to count sheep. "We must be blessed" But all I feel is pressed. Concerning things make sense. My love is in the past tense. Time is relative. Life is always so competitive.
    When do I die? Why do we lie? Why must we sleep? Always forced to count sheep. "We must be blessed" But all I feel is pressed. Concerning things make sense. My love is in the past tense. Time is relative. Life is always so competitive.
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