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There are days when I feel like nothing mattered Perhaps, nothing truly did —like how we live just to suffer and how we die just to start a new life somewhere
There are days when I feel like everything goes just as fast Perhaps, things really do fly by —like how we are born one day just to die the next and how we miss the life we once have led
There are days —indeed and perhaps it defines me— when there are feelings that question existence as merely the gods' playground —when there are days that remind me that I was once here and that tomorrow there's a big chance that I might not be There are days like so and they control me
