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Meaninglessness


Death and life Toils and Strife Life isn't handed on a silver platter What does it all matter? People are born just to die It just doesn't seem right It doesn't seem to have any meaning Life is just this, a long convening But there is meaning in this meaninglessness All these transgressions eventually lead to success People leave life so others can grow stronger So that we can learn to conquer We learn to conquer our biggest fears We learn to terminate our deepest despairs We overcome our trials and tribulations We learn to live through these complications We conquer, terminate, overcome, suffer All for what? To be tougher? No, to fulfill a plan that's bigger than just us And in this unknown, seemingly senseless conquest we must entrust
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