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We are the irony of our life. We are hunters of our own happiness, but are cowards to not bear discomfort. We want to be free, yet we are still slaves of our own thoughts. We think of our wants, forgetting our needs. We prepare for our future, but died on our way there. We say that life is full of uncertainties, but the truth is, We are.
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
We Are
We are the irony of our life. We are hunters of our own happiness, but are cowards to not bear discomfort. We want to be free, yet we are still slaves of our own thoughts. We think of our wants, forgetting our needs. We prepare for our future, but died on our way there. We say that life is full of uncertainties, but the truth is, We are.
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
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