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What does it feel like to gallop through the woods?
What does it feel like to live in a tree?
What does it feel like to run free?
What does it feel like to never suffer criticism?
What does it feel like to never cry?
What does it feel like to never be mocked?
What does it feel like to just live and die?
We are alike in so many ways.
We both live, we both love, we both die.
Your life has no words. No drama. No tears.
Yet, you speak, you mourn, and you fear.
My life is filled with words, that so often mean nothing.
I witness pointless drama year after year.
I cannot count the tears I've shed.
We suffer, the both of us.
Yet we are so different.
Both of our lives can end in a moment.
Your life will be forgotten.
If I'm not careful, so will mine.
You experience all I do, but you miss the greatest experience I have.
When you die, you are gone.
When I die, I'm just heading home.