Onedayiwilldie
I hear the ocean
I feel gusts of wind on my arms
I sway
I get sentimental
I get sad
What is it all for.
We will die not knowing.
Nothing matters.
But we still value our
life above every other thing.
Next year I will be 20.
I already feel 100.
Who will remember me when I die?
No other question really matters.
Never be a sheep.
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