Simply

Sitting, Simply sitting
Brings a tear to my eye.
Running, Hopelessly running
Brings sorrow to my heart.



Burning, Purely burning
Is bad for the soul.
Loving, Direly loving
Is healing for the heart.



Living, Merely living
Is what i truly want.
Dying, Desperately dying
Is what sets us all apart.

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