I was locked in a cave, I was scared by the call of the grave. I would not give because I was trying to save. At this very moment, gushes of wind caressing me, all my senses working; accurate visions flowing to my brain, welcoming fragments of the real; shipping infos through my nerves, pumping joy into the heart full of love, bursting into drops of billions of "I". I'll come out of the cave. I'll live free from the call of the grave. Makes no sense to be brave: give and do not save.
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