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What is this existence we live? It is only vapors and dust, gone in fizzles and poofs and then, most likely, quite forgotten over time. Very few things persist, and those that do will never stay in the headlines for long before they are archived and stored away for the next middle school research paper, four pages, double-spaced, topic assigned (and not chosen). So strange, this. Some nights I cannot sleep but to think on this.
And yet I remain compelled to live it fully nonetheless.