Atheist With Existential Crisis
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Última publicación mié, may 12, 2021
An existential crisis, a state when one questioning its own existence.
To find the answer there's lot of way,
Some people find their answer in religion.
But how about those without it ?
This is a story from an atheist trying to find his own answer of why he exist in this universe.
I Hope after you read this story, you could reevaluate your own existence in this world.
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