Existential me 02.
Apparently the pursuit of happiness is a never ending endeavour, Because one could spend forever contemplating only if. Only if I had such a thing in my grasp, Swearing you’d know it if such feelings were arms length. Yet opportunity passes us in the blink of an eye. Running towards destinations blind. Tripping and falling, Falling for tricks, Missing chances and now you’re an adult taking fits.…
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