It is a life that you enjoy most
But it doesn't last as long as your life does
It will just come when you seem to need it
And it will take over all of your mind only when you can realize it is fake
Breath
That's what I have heard most of the time
Talk
That's why I still live in my fake life
If you find me on a street, at a place that I'm not used to be
I'm probably catching up with someone, with something, and getting to somewhere
With whom I hate, over which I vomit, to where I dislike
You don't have to know me much
Just scream out my name
And I will be out
Then, here I come
The next fake life
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