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Name David just another lost soul in protrayed world, taught to speak, write, think, move. but never guided through the beated path of life. Living life like a routine everyday wondering who i am, who i will become, why im i here. Are we put on this earth to think not to do why we stare carlessly at our phones, stay home and enjoy the the entertainment set fourth. Everyday its the same routine why why why i ask but never being heard. Life such a beautiful thing but few realize to see it because we are taught how to speak, write, think , move. Feeling a sense of emptyness walking pass trees, those who provide oxygen for us to breath but yet we destroy the only thing who helps us breath why why why i ask but never being heard. i am David please let me be heard in a lost world. 

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