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- Ironic Paradox
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Couldn't sleep.
No sleep for the weak and weary.
I am both therefore I never recieve rest... no true respite to ease my nerves or troubled mind always a challenge and always out numbered.....thus is life , thus in turn is death and so the balance is equal.
The scales are leveled and the irony of life continues . Because from the moment of your first breath you are born dying.
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