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Nothing unfolds the way it's desired Struggle roots deep— the wind never tires. To live at all is the spurned high honor: to cradle pain, then grin through the ache.

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Oct 31, 2025

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Tags: #existential #nihilist #absurd #laugh #life #being #struggle

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