Breathing.

Beating.

Brazing.

Breaking.

"Are you okay?" No One asked.

Everything you have is taken for granted.

Everything lost is always missed.

"But you'll forget." Everyone says. But No One asked--

"Then why is life this back and forth? Why is reality this harsh, empty, space with random, chaotic events?" No One pondered... Broken and showing it to everyone. No One loved living, but that is exactly why No One asked. No One needed answers.

T̝̙̆̑h̞̼̿͊E ̲͑1͕̌0̱͌t̼̃H̢̛̬͋ ̢̞̔͠ŵ̥̪̒A̭̱͗̂n̺̏D̤͑e̹̔R̲̒i͍͡N̠͐̇͢ğ̖ ̗̈M̗̔̉͟è͎̼́Ś̫s̨̬͐͠Ag̖̓E̮̱͗͛.

You live... just to hurt Someone.

You thrive... just to bring Someone down.

You are free... just for Someone to be enslaved.

A cycle of a back-and-forth, paradoxical jumble.

But what you have to worry about, "...just live..." Everyone says.

But Someone needs help.

He's hanging. Dangling. Passing.

Not Breathing.

Not Beating.

Not Brazing.

Not Breaking.

Only dying with No One.