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Chandigarh, India

The selfish, they're all standing in line... Faithing and hoping and to buy themselves time. Me, I figure as each breath goes by, I only own my mind. The north is to south what the clock is to time. There's east and there's west and there everywhere lying. I know I was born and I know that I'll die. The in between is mine. I'M MINE