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Sep 2017
There are times that we, as humans, forget that we are existing, we are living, that we are doing more than just converting oxygen into carbon dioxide and water vapor.
And it’s ironic, since we tend to forget this existence while we are existing.
We get so lost in our lives that we forget we are living.
So, exist.
Be.
Just be.
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Leonardo Wilde
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