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Why are we born? What are we doing here? What will we do To the lives given to us? Many questions asked, Trying to unmask the truth; But no one else knew The true reason for living. Some pursue what they want, Some take the toll. Some ruin other’s lives, And some, clueless as it seems. Why are given The life we’re living anyway? Does Fate play it safe Or is it God’s plan? Try finding it out yourself, You might be surprised; The people around you are clueless But you reflect why. No one else know Your reason of existence Except yourself; Look into a deeper side. I might have just Found out my own reason; If I guess I didn't, I wouldn't have written this. The answer is just In your own self. Just dig deeper though, And you might just find it.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Reason For Living
Why are we born? What are we doing here? What will we do To the lives given to us? Many questions asked, Trying to unmask the truth; But no one else knew The true reason for living. Some pursue what they want, Some take the toll. Some ruin other’s lives, And some, clueless as it seems. Why are given The life we’re living anyway? Does Fate play it safe Or is it God’s plan? Try finding it out yourself, You might be surprised; The people around you are clueless But you reflect why. No one else know Your reason of existence Except yourself; Look into a deeper side. I might have just Found out my own reason; If I guess I didn't, I wouldn't have written this. The answer is just In your own self. Just dig deeper though, And you might just find it.
The questions I had in mind when I went depressed. A sequel to If All Else Fails.
lingua-persona
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
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