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Nov 2022
The point…
What is it you might ask?
That’s really the problem, no one knows what the true point of it all is.
Why are we here?
Why do we really feel the desire to fulfill something that we may never really reach? And what happens when we reach said goal? Do they clap, throw roses, give you cookie, or just wait around for the next best thing?
When we reach what we have been aiming for all this time,
Yet we still die,
I am here left wondering…
What was really the point?
Quortni Moore
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Quortni Moore  Saint Louis, Missouri ✈✈✈
(Saint Louis, Missouri ✈✈✈)   
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