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philosophies only begin to satisfy the questions we burden, religions only decry the problems we all know, we all need an answer, and we all are left alone. when is there anything to cusp the fleshly struggle? when does the suffering end? when does the answer arrive? when will we find a salvation? ...and with all said, how long will we wait?
i live my life of desire, i love the way i live still my suffering is brought on by my own lies and my own thoughts, pierce through my goals. i kill myself silently, and still silently i die. we dont awake from our feast, but our famine. we dont care until our problems hit the fan, and they become our dwelling, engulfed is everything we preside in.
