I Me You, we all dream…

He is dead. Do you think he is dead? He never was, and never will be, in the tangible that is. He is only in the thought, of us that is. The imperceivable world of nonsense. No not nonsense, sentience, consciousness , hope. You make no sence. Exactly, is that not the point? Please help me, I have falllen from grace. Grace was never yours to fall from. Grace was never. If only I could. If only you could... See there is no "could". We are what we make, and no more I say. If you say, how can I believe? Because you say. Wish, wish, wis, wi, w. Why, why is the only word. Why, why, why, not wish. Hello

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