All the little things that stop.
All the people that leave us.
We truly are alone in life.
We are even more alone in death.
Our lives are what we make them.
Made up of all the little lies we tell ourselves.
Only time will tell whats real.
Only time will tell us the truth.
Does life really go on?
Does it ever truly end?
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