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That's what it means to be human


Desperation,greed,insanity. Painful emotions that mark the human race as weak tainted beings.

Bound to earth for a small amount of time only to die be returned to nothingness.

Cursed to live with the impending prospect of death .

Fighting to keep themselves happy and safe even though it is pointless.

Death is a guaranteed thing never avoided .

It's so simple to end a life but even harder to save one.

That is the ultimate dilemma with the human race.

We fight to gain material things like money and power.

But we never stopped realize that these things that we fight for will only last a lifetime.

No more no less. Everything we hold dear is nothing but an illusion.

Something that only lasts for a while and then disappears going quicker.

Until we reach the end of our lives and hold on to anything we can reach

Only to slip away from this world and pass to the next. Leaving everything behind.

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