Purpose
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Wed, Jul 11, 2018
why do we live?
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why are we doing things?
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why are we walking here?
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why do we come back if we past away?
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was that life not good enough?
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what is my purpose?
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that's the question i'm asking myself every time...
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my purpose.
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Hi, you are going to follow my story but it is not a normal story. There are things that are strange but you'll see when it will come.
My name is Lucky...that's how i call my self because in some other life's they call me different.
That's right you hear it good i got more than one life. How is that possible? Wellll i don't really know andd nope i'm not a ghost or something, i'm from blood and meat just like you.
You want to know more about it? Well let's get started. This is my purpose.
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