It's like you wake up someday and find that your life has been a lie,
and then you see the crashing monkey and can't get it off from you, can't shut him up.
He's still singing and making sounds without any sense,
and you might think -What makes a monkey that special?
but that's what you might find someday when you'll wake up alone
between your own breath and no one else's breath.
That's what you find when you stay at home, when your dreams and someone's dreams are over.
Too many words for an unthinkable mind.
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