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Dec 2013
Have you ever thought about how odd it is to simply exist? You are merely a soul in a big vast world of lost souls. When you think of the world and how it is green and blue in space and you think of how it aligns perfectly with all of the other planets and you think of how there are billions of stars out there that are larger than you can fathom and then you think of yourself, a lost soul among billions of others of lost souls you just have to think: what's the point of going through this life when I am just another lost soul among other lost souls trying to find their way.
Not really a poem. Perhaps a poetic thought. Written in the midst of an internal battle for my own sanity.
Christin
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