A lesser soul oversteps and enters the cycle of Samsara. I quash my feelings with unease. Sure enough, one can rarely reclaim life from the jaws of death. All I can do is blame it on someone else. A completely ambiguous, inferior body. The fourth form: response"R" A hasty decision leads to a lateral collision. My oversized brain was too much for it all. Here, in this town of emotion you created, there exist feelings, all of them, 1/6. When the dawn breaks, I will hurt you, fearing "something." [2]

But it's not like I'm going to die or anything. [1]

An ant who prefers solitude. [3]

What are you, other than my creation? [1]

Please don'tCut me down. [4]