Existential monologue

Why do I exist?
Do I even exist?
Or am I someone else’s dream?
Maybe I died before I was born.
Is love worth the pain of it?
Is love the answer to any of this?

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When life seems to have become much too complicated, simple questions arise as the fundamentals.

I just want to be quiet and stay still. Hold me still.

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