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Everyday we witness helpless,
to this world.
Every day, we want to do something,
to change our life.
But every day,
it becomes more and more difficult.
The weight of the choices,
of the shortcomings,
of desires, of cravings
unfinished, like our lives.
And now, every day,
we are here…
without ever knowing
what the fuck to do.
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