stop, don't jump
You are not alone, I am with you
All you will be, you have become
All you've been looking for, you've got
Embrace your misery, for through them you will come to me
Twenty years from now, who will I be?
One hundred years from now, ten million years from now?
Does my consciousness still need a physical body then?
For you, I don't exist yet
For me, you're a bubble too
at the end of time
When all matter returns to its origin
you and me, just a memory
nothing is real
Something is dreaming of us, embrace the illusion
live.
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