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You walk around with your scars showing. Does everyday threaten the end? We cant know where were going. It hurts to think of where weve been. Do you get the feeling? I might believe all is made to die. I cant claim anything not anything I claim. It doesnt matter anyway its not changing anything. At the end of the day I find Im losing ground, Im losing my mind I dont mind. I feel good enough maybe even fine sometimes.And sometimes so down. So