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Aug 2020
Nobody wins and nobody loses.
As everyone dies in the end.
Life is a form of non existence.
As before birth and after death.
People hold on to life with hope.
In the mosques and churches.
In the temples and synagogues.
Some take drugs, others drink to death.
Some have careers, others are carefree.
Some ignore it, others philosophize.
How eagerly we avoid despair.
Yet life is nothing short of a tradegy.
It's all okay in a way.
Syd
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