I am Dude to wipe out ur tears
to drag out ur sorrows from everywhere,
chap to cherish a healthy frenship,
loves to b loved by evry chip
Who am I? I could think about me, could talk about me, but I have never once seen me. My body is me, isnt it? The sun rises and sets, thats its business. My body grows, gets a disease, dies, thats its . If the body was me, why would it get diseases and die although I dont intend like that, never do? My mind is me, isnt it? If it was me, why could the flames of revenge, of malignity, of lowly desire burn inside me although I dont intend like that, never do? Like a river always flowing, me is changeful through e