The beginning is the end, And the end is the beginning. You are born, you live, and then you die— That's it. People worry about the end, Forgetting the middle, The important part. They search for the meaning of life, Blinded to life's beauty Seeing only pain, The ache of unattained desires, A hollow formed by longing. If only they realized— There's no meaning, No higher purpose. It's all a lie. Only our choices remain. So, what's yours?
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Akî
Writer of poetry, stories, and media analysis. I explore the depths of human emotion, offering fresh takes on music, anime, and life’s complexities. Join me in capturing the beauty, challenges, and inspirations of our shared journey.
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