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Do I have a purpose?
Is it really a meaning for me to exist?
I don't know why,
but for some reason, I can't stop..
Maybe the shining stars that gaze apon.
Maybe the grass under my foots?
maybe the beat from my chest and the moment when I need to catch my breath?..
or where to?..
why do I run?..
and where to?..
Do I really need to be here?
Do I need to be alive?
does this really help anything?..
But for some simple reason..
I can't stop live...
Is it really a meaning for me to exist?
I don't know why,
but for some reason, I can't stop..
Maybe the shining stars that gaze apon.
Maybe the grass under my foots?
maybe the beat from my chest and the moment when I need to catch my breath?..
or where to?..
why do I run?..
and where to?..
Do I really need to be here?
Do I need to be alive?
does this really help anything?..
But for some simple reason..
I can't stop live...
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