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Aug 2015
We don't know where we're going,
or what we're doing.
We don't know what happens next
or if we make it.
We don't know if we die
or if we keep fighting.
Sometimes there isn't much of anything.
Life is anticlimatic.
That's it.
That's just it.
Life is anticlimatic.
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