Why am I here, born?
What is my short life's purpose?
Do I have to be here?We'll die anyway,
What's the point in trying?
Everything will end.Routines are useless;
I have no motivation-
Tired with all of it.Everything's a mess
It's hard to live nowadays;
Life is meaningless.
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PoetryThis book breathes the nature, skies, and seasons of haiku. 🌸 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 📚✨ In nature's canvas, a tapestry of life covers. 🍁