Can life be a reality? Can it be faced with a touch upon a surface? While it trembles as I move my fingers closer to me. Like the water separating with hope was once lifted. Can it be depicted like the birds that sing a Deadman's rhythm or Maybe the dead man isn't so dead. Lost between realty and society, and no answers still yet to be solved. Can I be in the same field as you or am I just a water boy you can walk pass though. Maybe I am just an illusion.....
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