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The Epiphany

Because there will never be a perfect globe. I'm going to cope. I'm still young, and my small queries don't matter. It's me versus fate in this battle. There is a lot of unfathomable concealment from us. It is all left to be discussed. My loved ones and those I despise aren't perfect; they merely try their best. I guess feelings were never meant to be expressed. People come and go. It's in their nature. Life's about finding our hidden treasures. Our lives are too short to cry. It's all about learning to rely. The past won't recur, and the future cannot be foreseen. The journey starts the moment you break yourself from the routine. Society doesn't matter and doesn't care about you. What matters is who you grow into.

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