Maybe this is the way things were meant to be.
Up, down, Left, right. Just all around confusion.
It's been a great day.
Life, Love, Home.
People are strange, they go Up, down, Left, Right searching for basic things, the rawest, purest, most basic human needs and are bombarded with everyone else's foolish desires.
Up, up, up you climb. Down, down, down you fall. Left, right.
Are you exhausted? Stressed? Confused?
When will it end?
When will you just settle for the rawest, purest, most basic of human needs, and stop accepting everyone else's foolish desires?
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