The Meaning Of Life

October 11, 2015

Life,according to some has a meaning nobody knows but I have an idea

It begins with oxygen, the element that makes you burst alive

Forever you are with a heart, which we represent a emotion the whole human race desires, love

Everything in life has a meaning but we never stop to think that our whole existence doesn't mean a thing

Life the only topic that confuses all seven billion of us

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