The Reason of Ones Existence


One of those nights I was walking on a dark street thinking the very reason of my own existence. Didn’t came across with an answer.

Time past, I carried on walking, people around me faded even more in the dark…

Then got home with nothing in my hands, went to bed hoping the morning would bring something. And “suprisingly” it fucking didn’t.

All the best,
Zac,

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