The Price of Living

I could say that I've never felt more alive, people associate living with taking the blows that life throws at you, nearing you to death, well if "living" consist of being a walking target, then I think I rather be lifeless. But how does one maintain their sanity if ignored by every passers by? Wouldn't ones esteem be non-existent  if they never caught a glance or a wondering eye? It all comes at a price, are you willing to sell your soul? Are you prepared to be let down? Pawning away what has already been sold,  let us pay ode to life, executing us all for paying the price of living.

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