Living each day changes everything, nothing ever
staying the same, there's nothing we can really
rely on in this temporary life.
Expecting our wants and needs to be fulfilled, but
oftentimes they're not even considered in our very
moments of living.
Existential purposes don't even fit into equations
as we uneasily walk around on the pathways we have
been destined to follow through the years.
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