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Humanity


The quest of humanity is unsolved The humanity of life has evolved We lose our loved ones each day We decay to bones and our colors turn grey Flushed of everything, why does it end? Where do we start and how do we mend? So many questions left un-answered So many answers left un-questioned But there's no fun in knowing all It takes climbing something, to have the courage to fall. A quest is nothing more than a mystery waiting to be discovered It's up to you to undo the locks, leaving it uncovered.
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meowbear13
I absolutely love this!

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