And will be dead soon enough,
Was I born, just to die?
Surely, It can't be that absurd.
My existence, yours too, must have a purpose.
Then what is the reason of my existence?
I still don't know.
Yet, I don't want to know.
I just want to live
As my existence can't be just to survive.
Then is it also to love and be loved?
I believe so,
I have loved and be loved,
Found and lost,
Accepted and abandoned.
Laughed and cried.
But what is life without love?
An existence without love, a real tragedy.
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