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i find myself thinking a lot about death and what it means to be alive and i wonder if it is ever going to end but if the pain of my short existence is foreshadowing a larger void that i will be trapped in until i end, an inescapable spiral. although i do not have years on my side i know myself, i know my heart, and it leads me to question whether age really does mean wisdom; will i someday learn happiness?
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
what it means to exist
i find myself thinking a lot about death and what it means to be alive and i wonder if it is ever going to end but if the pain of my short existence is foreshadowing a larger void that i will be trapped in until i end, an inescapable spiral. although i do not have years on my side i know myself, i know my heart, and it leads me to question whether age really does mean wisdom; will i someday learn happiness?
harriette
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
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