The precisioned nightmare details life biggest question, why? Why is life so complicated and complex, why Was life never meant to be easy, why is life tainted when our childhood is over. Do we all deal with out problems differently? Or do we all judge and ridicule for no reason. Do we have a sense of urgency from our lives, or do we love to just "lie". Is our anxiety what we lust for? Or do we seemingly forget that we were human? Are our emotions frantic or doe we as humans love to become drama filled. Is life as stressful as one might say, or do we all have to stay alone in order to become lovable? Is life hard? Or is life driven by passion and love? Is my life as bipolar as I might think? Or do we fall in love with things seemingly overnight? Is life happening right now and is time passing you by, or is life as difficult as would like to say? Life is just life yet life was loved...
Sincerely a self proclaimed vigilante...
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