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On days like this, my whole existence felt like the crumpled paper that missed it's shot of being targeted into the trash can and survived. It also felt like the words crossed with black ink. That were cruelly rejected by the hand that wrote them, On days like this, my existence questioned the existence of my existence, On days like this i had no answers
