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I've often wondered
on the other side what it would be like to stay and try that theory. Instead of the this played out life that I'm living in now. I'll hide in thought And drift through reverie. And all the people will see a different side of me. And I'll hide again alone In another life. For there are so many to choose from on the shelf of my mind. There must be someone who understands me. A life for a life. In this game of life there are passengers and drivers. There are successors and survivors. Forever I and I. Is one life enough? Or have we exceeded our own resource and expectancy? Too many of us are hiding as time goes on. I can't run fast enough. I can't change fast enough. I appeared again in another life And called it something else.
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