I am lonely to an extent and then I am a formality.
From God I am made but from God I do not feel.
I am nothing. I am nothing. I am nothing but air floating through the breeze of my ribs.
What Am I?
I am lonely to an extent and then I am a formality.
From God I am made but from God I do not feel.
I am nothing. I am nothing. I am nothing but air floating through the breeze of my ribs.
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