What it means to Exist
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Last published Thu, Dec 4, 2025
I was born from nothing, I was shaped by that emptiness, I was molded by the darkness, I was a puppet with none of its strings. Yet I tend to walk forward towards an end I never could've saw. Behind the laws of what makes a universe, I sat there watching each moment play out, intervening when an anomaly comes, interacting with each of you as if I was meant to be there... only to be washed back onto the shore. I don't believe in fate but.... maybe it is fate that I was able to meet each of you... I will move towards that bright future, even if mine ends back in the place that started it all.
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