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Jun 2020
Day dreaming
Night living
Have you ever stopped and reflected?

Is there really any meaning to the day to day activities of life as a whole?
In my mind, nothing makes sense.
Ive come to the conclusion that life in itself is predetermined therefore the same choice is inevitable.
Every choice I’ve made has led me to this point in time.
It only seems to make sense when I’m asleep, life seems to be the real illusion.
What if death is the true release?
I guess, I’ll have to wait and see.
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To be or not to be  26/M/North Battleford
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