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Jun 2020
We constantly fear
our being here
means nothing.
That life,
our constant strife
brings no objective.
That our heart
at birth just starts
because of evolution.
We dread the thought
that we are nought
but atomised vacuity.
Yet in this deep doubt
is an instinct so stout
it tells us we exist
for a purpose.
And that instinct
we cannot ignore.
Written by
Solvitur Ambulando
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