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At the end of every sentence; the apostrophe over every word, the child understands what a final means. Human beings never want the story to end. We never want to be told to stop imagining; stop pretending, stop craving for more. It is impressed upon us to die with dignity and grace, without tempers flaring; a soldier of the wayward night in world of discipline and promise. We’re asked to live like the people we breed, behave like the animals we slaughter while forgiving whatever is our nature. Whatever that will be has to be. Whatever has been done in the wrong will once again soak up the sponge of mistakes and air holes of unspeakable acts. Are we really ever allowed to be free? To live, breathe and act out our molded cell organisms that make the hand, eye and wholeness that is God? We don’t live, we just die.
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Lifer's Pretend
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Lifer's Pretend