This universe is showing me some signs
Like a bartender giving a menu of wines
But I don't know which wine is better for me -
Which wine to drink I've come here for?
Although I love 3 major wines on this menu -
But at this moment,
The time is holding a gun on my head,
I have to choose only one wine
Or I'm going to lose my life,
Just for the sake of it.
~ What am I made for?
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