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If there's a reason, I'd never be afraid to give up, If I If life is a chance,
try to fit in, I'll disappear,

It must be lived at once.
That I'm suffering alone.
Life may teach you great lessons,
And it must be accepted with reasons.

Each challenges holds a hidden key,
A reason for doing it uniquely for me.

No mistakes are to be repeated,
It's my own reason, Keep looking forward.
Even enemies are to be greeted.
But freedom's about more than just
Loved ones are appreciated,
being free.
And downtrodden are to be elevated.
In this day,
It's out of joy every step in each challenges,
We need to be strong
It's the way to our life to feel happy every moment.
In things we are weak.
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Amidst life's maze, we search and roam
When the sea's full of catastrophe,
For meaning's thread, to guide us home
I found myself standing and fighting;
Through existential doors, we pass and gaze
Into the abyss, of uncertain days

And in the middle of the sea,
I saw the waves coming towards me.

With Socrates' questions, we examine our soul
And Descartes' doubts, our truths unfold

When the waves were near, I surfed to keep up with
Hume's empiricism, and Locke's mindful sight the flow of water.
Illuminate the path, through philosophy's light
When i was surfing, i was thinking that life is like a

sea;
In the mirror of self, we reflect and see
The waves and the tragedy in the sea is like
The complexities, of humanity desolation,
Freedom's call, and morality's might
Shape our choices, through the dark of night. There is a difficult situation and solutions
_________________________________ That helps me to keep fighting,
And that; I saw the sea in me.

__________________________________________________ Riddle profoundly found itself, there's you
From stardust born, to stardust's end, Like a river who are freely flows in a mountain,
A journey's purpose, yet to transcend. The question we question what we're wondering
about.
A mind's expanse, a boundless sea,
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Seeking answers, eternally.
An open surface, a still ripple on the water,
It also shows a journey beginning, with strength,

In shadows deep, or sunlight's kiss, fortitude and spirit.
A soul's reflection, a moment's bliss. Only a fine thread, a second glimpse of something.
A fragile hope, a steadfast will, Forced light of one and darkness of the other.
A human spirit, soaring still.
Laughter, a harmony, a lament,

A tapestry woven, thread by thread, A glance of the tearful eye, a light at the horizon.
A universe's story, yet unread. A heart to long, a spirit to flee.
A silent whisper, a cosmic sigh, A soul that seeks eternity.
The universe's secrets, hidden high.
________________________________________ We walk out the moves, such a complicated dance.
For sunny hours and sometimes grey.
A confession of being rather than doing, happy or

unhappy.
In the darkness full of questions,
A product of life, an excellent example of what life
There is a question that blooms like a flower,
can bring.
a darkness that's full of questions
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Will turn into a beautiful place,
The mind is a large planet,
A lot of questions have a beautiful answer.
A planet, however, does not know the expanse of
the universe.
Wisdom and love combined to know about our It is nothing but a speck of dust, merely a digit,
greatest quest,
Yet it thrives, forward and reverse.
Philosophy whispered in our quiet night,
Knowing what is true about our life or its just a

mere dream,
It corrupts itself, sabotaging its own. The marathon’s done and the champion is
known. The answer to that question is still
Then it blooms, showing splendor as the Sun rises. unknown. The unconscious body that was
breathed, only to end in an unfathomable death.
It shifts from a deadly Nightshade to a Morning
Does one’s life end in an eternal sleep? The
Glory.
response to that is not guaranteed. A perplexing
Making you wonder how they shine without a paradox that haunts the depths of consciousness. A
crown. taboo subject, spoken in hushed tones. Fear
gripping the heart as the truth is laid bare. The
optimist finds hope in the unknown; the pessimist
fears the uncertain. Is the view of death subjective,
But what does it all mean? or does it possess a common denominator? Some
If being wise is to know nothing, souls dance with the shadows of doubt, and to
some, death’s shadowy embrace can stir the depths
And you think therefore you are, of their troubled souls. The tides of fate occurring
in one’s existence, could end a dream or end a
Why’s there so much hate and hurt? Must we suffering. “Death is not discussed therefore it can
succumb to this untouchable advert? not be understood.” Once the curtain falls and the
stage grows dim, we will dissolve—a forgotten
whim.
What lies beyond can never be known,
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A place where those who enter never come back.
A soldier looked up and praised, Got lost in a battle
The ones behind are left to wonder, what comes of mind and blades.
after being a crone?
Had a joyful life, supposed to be, Now a prisoner,
Is the end really all there is? The nothingness, the locked up not freed.
pitch black?
Life is full of upset, comparisons, and jealousy, His
_____________________________________________________ life was full of rage, revenge, and disgrace.
A cocoon of coziness, shielding me from the What a change if he's never born, could it be? Pack
world as my muscles are relaxed, my breathings are up to save himself, and just end this misery.
deep, my heart is calm, and I can sense the
sensation of weightlessness. A leaden weight
settles on my eyes, ready to be engulfed by the Nightmares visiting his humble sleep, Unwanted
darkness, but an obscure thing is fighting the secrets but buried too deep.
tenebrous that tries to envelop my notion—it’s a
mind that is running. A whirlwind of thoughts, Mind tired of thinking, it's starting to split, Time to
vying for first acclaim. It is as if a speed of motion be tamed, hands are way past the tip.
is captured, its presence can be felt but its being is
unknown. It sprints relentlessly, a tireless, The feeling of upset is deeply felt, Trusting those
bounding beast. The thought of it not stopping people was a regret.
disappointed me by a thought provoked, “What lies
Touch of faith and soul haven't met. If my mind
beyond the final breath? Does life persist beyond could reach HIM, it would be great.
the grave?” The running suddenly stopped, and the
whirlwind mind became at ease.
His pillow never dries, While thinking of his life.

If overthinking could kill, He's been buried a
thousand times.
Continuous smile though it's a lie, Still aiming to

end this fight.
Looking for ways to be alright, Though at the end,

he will still cry.
Still looking for temporary distractions, Just to end

his continuous thoughts.
'cause if he were to choose between a bird or a tree,
He'd gladly be a bird so he could fly high and free.
Not a tree who swallows up the sadness and

people's negativity.
Soon the tip of the blade is felt, Thoughts of sting

and pain are the best.
Watching how far the liquid drops, Followed by the

blurry sight, eyelids shut.
The clamorous mind gets more clear, Thoughts

leaving his mind so as the fear.
Not so soon, came the voice of shouting, Shaking

the soldier who's now deeply sleeping.
'Til now, my goal is to be the opposite of the

soldier, The great soldier who accepted his defeat.
You just need someone who will lend a shoulder, To

continue the fight for your inner peace.
Truly ruining life thinking it's balanced, Hence

didn't know the world is truly unfair.
Wanting a life that is peaceful and not biased,

Hopefully, live longer like problems aren't there.

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If there's a reason, I'd never be afraid to give up, If I If life is a chance,

try to fit in, I'll disappear,

And it must be accepted with reasons.

A reason for doing it uniquely for me.

Into the abyss, of uncertain days

I saw the waves coming towards me.

And Descartes' doubts, our truths unfold

Illuminate the path, through philosophy's light

When i was surfing, i was thinking that life is like a

And that; I saw the sea in me.

It also shows a journey beginning, with strength,

Laughter, a harmony, a lament,

________________________________________ We walk out the moves, such a complicated dance.

For sunny hours and sometimes grey.

A confession of being rather than doing, happy or

Knowing what is true about our life or its just a

His pillow never dries, While thinking of his life.

Continuous smile though it's a lie, Still aiming to

Looking for ways to be alright, Though at the end,

Still looking for temporary distractions, Just to end

'cause if he were to choose between a bird or a tree,

He'd gladly be a bird so he could fly high and free.

Not a tree who swallows up the sadness and

Soon the tip of the blade is felt, Thoughts of sting

Watching how far the liquid drops, Followed by the

The clamorous mind gets more clear, Thoughts

Not so soon, came the voice of shouting, Shaking

'Til now, my goal is to be the opposite of the

You just need someone who will lend a shoulder, To

Truly ruining life thinking it's balanced, Hence

Wanting a life that is peaceful and not biased,

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