Life . . . What is it?
Your born kicking and screaming into a world that might not always accept you.
Icolation confinds me to my own persoanal buble.
What is the purpose of life?
Does anyone truly know?
What are you supposed to do with the time given to you?
What if the time isnt enough?
Its a constant ticking at the back of my mind.
You could die today… One second walking down the street, next? Hit by a car, lying bloody on the side walk. People running and crying, friends you never had saying, “She was so young…”
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Those are my constant thoughts.
I dont know if anyone else shares […]