Existing

by arotao@outlook.com
I am standing here wondering what I am? My existence, Why? What is it all about. I know we live, because I am alive. I know we all die. Because many have I lost. The sun comes up, the sun goes down. Day repeats day, night repeats night. I wonder why we even have feelings, just to all be let down. Why care? When we get hurt so bad. Is there really a point to it all?
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