we hear,

we see,

but do we believe?

it seems as if

we just drift.

and  yet,

here we stand,

hand in hand.

waiting for our past

and at last,

we begin to relize

our life just went  by.

without a breath

we can look at death.

not understaning why,

but everything we know

could it not all have been a lie?

better yet,

we let (please don't forget)

we let our hearts break

with every intake.

i see that we don't belive,

 but could it be

we believe indeed?

The End

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