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Life without aim.
Days fade into years
Seconds seem to last decades
Wandering hopelessly
Aching for a meaning
A motive
For existence
So much so that when one comes along
It is grasped
Used and manipulated for my own desires
Selfishly suffering
All alone
Without ambition

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