How do I express myself?

I still fall when I try standing and walking straight. I still need to gather or learn life's exact pace. But with the world to expect, no one could teach me an inch. I might have been heroic, but life's stains dehydrate your strength each new day. Then they say death is a reality, not a dream. However, all things as necessities for life remain a dream for many of those alive.

They prepare the grave so that the end of life shouldn't be without being safe, but they don't always necessarily create a living home. But a grave on earth, I find, is a superior need than home to help you live. How much more fun is living? They focus on love as a need, not a need of living for love! I am disputed as if I have never won.

Reason dwells in everything, but there is no way you can lift yourself above the limits. Humans, they say, are going to die for a cause worth living for. What a miracle life is. No one here hears nor believes in me. I am astonished I am gifted with life. They need more than