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Dasein

Dragged down by her own arms and eyes, to the surrounding sheol of the they Authentic life gets buried in the dirt of averageness, as the world’s prey She is a being in the world, whose only true life is resoluteness Especially since she falls into dedistancing, reaching averageness In the vulgar tomb, psychology and biology cannot give light Nevertheless, in her grave, she hears the silent call that no soul can recite (Inspired from reading the philosophy book "Being and Time" by Martin Heidegger)

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