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Life endures when i hanker etiolation It doesn't care about my dejections It never cared about the blissful moments So I imprison my emotions for the moment Pureness endlessly lies between my lungs in My chest and slightly to the left of my sternum Love is pain but i yearn it Benevolence constantly circles my vitality Will i triumph Is there any reconciliation The enslavement of being perceptive There will be no relinquishment There is no search for the uncharted It doesn't dismay your inquisitivenesses So disdainful of your desires Interested in your enmities Think of it as its own genuine pleasantry Is it a pun Or is it in earnest I do not have a choice I cannot ploy how it does The fortitude oh i wish i can pilfer from it But it does not acquire a peculiar consciousness Will i have this acquisition Is there any tranquility Altruism unceasingly lies between my lungs in My chest and slightly to the left of my sternum