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Oct 2016
Sometimes, thinking about life
going deep into thought, thinking about every aspect of it
every detail, every particular thing, but still i
cannot figure why we are here,
what we are supposed to do,
I'm dumbfounded by the complexity of the reason
i am in awe, speechless, as i search endlessly for an answer
All i do is pass time, doing things people do
but why on this earth, we belong
what sort of reason has brought us here, we will never know
time is a concept, as we can never truly tell
when this fantasy will end, we do not know
any day now, tomorrow may not come, is my fear of living
Emma
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Emma  14/F/Somewhere.
(14/F/Somewhere.)   
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