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May 2018
That was my weakness
I think
A lot
When someone says
You must do it the right way
What if it isn't?
Maybe the wrong could be the right
Maybe all along, we were all wrong

So what happens when we die?
For that
Why are we living in this world?
Are we being watched by some force?
Or are we just some parasite
Like the old age dinosaurs?
Why does people believe in the past
When future is progress?
And past was rust
Do we belong in here?
Or the galaxy is empty with lonely stars
Situated far away from one another?

There are a lot of things
I think
That might destroy my faith
Or restore it with solid evidences
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
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