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18 Weeks


It’s time to move on says everyone.

But I can’t quite figure out how.

It’s scary.

I don’t know anything.

I’m lost.

What really is life?

Are we really living our lives?

A trial and error process?

But if so

won’t the hypothesis never be proven right?

We will all be with you 

one day.

some day.

But we are blind men 

being led by God.

All we have is trust. 

Live says everyone.

But I can’t quite figure out how.

Society is a teacher discipling us for getting out of line.

Is life worth living if we aren’t really living?

Maybe you got the easy way out.

Life is backwards. 

Everything is fought. 

The roughness hurts

it builds and it escalades.

More and more steps are added every day.

You lucky girl

you beat us to the top.

Don’t worry,

I’ll meet you there 

one day.

some day. 

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