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May 2019
always out of reach
you can never quite grasp it

you have opposite poles
and it's repelling you as soon as you get close

it's a sphere of unknown knowledge
unattainable but not forbidden

you can only know it in death
if you can even then

what you always want to know
but have no way to seek

the secrets most well kept
that die with every confidant

humanity's most asked question
but also most unanswered

your mind can't nearly process it
no one's can

the end of life,
beginning of death

and what life means
why were we put here
and how
who

what?

the earth will keep it a secret
and I will surely go mad
What's the meaning of life?
Written by
Jupiter  17/Agender
(17/Agender)   
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