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What is life, is there a meaning, which is the correct religion, what is my fate?

I'm x and I see the world this way and searching for answers. People distract themselves from this naked and pure questions they dress them up and let them go into the abyss but sometimes that is
the best thing to do. There are some questions even humanity can't answer

I'm a student and every day I count seconds and another day come to an end 1 day goes from my lifespan I always wanted to a miracle to happen I wanted to go to a happy adventure but how childish am
I. Hope is like an impenetrable wall to me only emotion which takes me away from putting this misery out. I hope I stop suffocating How cruel are you hope? Maybe a book and pencil is the right
tools to absorb my feelings.

Submitted: May 22, 2018

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Submitted: May 22, 2018



I still have to process dark to make you see darker I will write through due when earth spins around the sun .

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