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Existence

These days of isolation have exposed my critical flaws. I spent time reflecting, seeking to understand who I am—my state of being still undefined. I wish that I took the time earlier in life to define myself. If I hadn’t accepted lousy advice, then maybe my path would have led to utopia. I don’t know why I am here or where I belong. Every query returns a rejection. My mind negates the realm of happiness; I cannot fathom its true meaning.

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