Then now, fourteen years later, panda goes very sick, and also very old, a surgery wouldn't help,
Then comes the idea, resolution, pay for kill.
My mind is blow, i am not more who i've Even supposed, just useless to change the life Game.
I surrender to ego, i vanish it, since the moment i perceived that it was the creator of joy or pain in my reality,
When i realized that the thought of some empowering cames from the sick idea that we can help something, Someone.
We are no Savior, and either we have it.
Yet we still Say we are good, helppers, bullshit.
The game over the game.
We are the only that can save US from ourselves, the rest,
Nothing else.
Life is borrowed, and i ask if maybe i've deformed so badly that i cannot find the way out,
Learn to stay it says, you have a child, grow life, while seeing other part of life decay, and loneliness growing up,
Seeing the ships for the last sail,
Goodbye, thanks for the reflection of love, if it was what it seems.
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