I am this ManI sense the failure of man, before him face down. I sense the sorrow of a man, inside him. I sense the anger of a man, behind his eyes. I sense the deepest loneliness of a man, all around him. I sense the emptiness of a man, that which should be his soul. How has this man lost? Why is this man sad? Who made this man angry? Where did this mans loneliness come from? What made this man empty? I feel this mans way, happiness, joy, friendship, fulfillment. But one thing I don’t sense is how this man perceives me.I am this Man
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Thus is dawn.
Thus is life.
Glory be to those who embrace it
Who am I is not a question you should be concerned with.
The question you should be concerned with is "who are you"
Only you will answer that question
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i live a masquerade
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i live a masquerade
Thanks for comment;*
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All that I wanted were things I had before
All that I needed, I never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
And all of my endings are waiting to begin
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