People change.
We change.
I change.
What is 'me'?
How did the small, innocent boy become 'me'?
It's absurd, no meaning at all.
Thinking comes so natural to me, as well as stupidity.
The reason for existence narrows down, day by day.
Again comes the question, who am I? What makes 'me'?
What's meant by death? After death, 'me' won't be there any more?
Where does 'me' go? Missing? Just 'lost'?
Potential to find a reason to push, sinks again.
The list of unanswered questions gets bigger and bigger, the hope to find the answers, is diminishing.
The more I think, more silent I become. More silent I am, new questions rise. Vicious loop. Searching hard to find an 'exit' condition.
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this is like..so true..it happens the same wth me:)...i.e wen i think about it...
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