Dear child, fill your lungs with your first breath.
This is your life. This is your curse.
You were born to die--to struggle to find a purpose or a meaning.
This disgusting world will not hesitate to degrade you or dismantle you from the inside out.
You will be worthless and insignificant to the ones you love.
You are nothing. You are earth, and to earth you shall return.
But there has to be something so much greater than this.
Perhaps there's reason as to why man does not exist alone.
O Vagrant Soul, my dearest son, listen to my words to you:
I never found the answers, but I hope you do.
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