It is how it is
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Ongoing5m
Last published Mon, Mar 23, 2020
Who am I ?
I don't have a dream or a hobby, what am I living for ?
Right now I am just existing not living ,what happens when I die today what will People remeber about me?
I want to do something but what ?
So many questions but no answers .
I am sure that every one has something to live for but what is my thing will I ever find it?
How is it possible to care but at the same time to don't give a fuck.
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