I breathe, but not to breathe.
I drink, but not to drink.
I let the cold numb my fingers
The sweat dry from my body
The chill seep through my tissue,
But not to wait for warmth.
I walk, but without destination.
I eat, but not for pleasure.
I live, but only to live, to live.
I am because I am, because I must be.
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