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in some point of our lifes
there is doubts about everything
about the real or not
about the existence

our insecurity has something special
it is more than a thought
it is intuitive
and not small

like problems arise
we become small
and questions begin
it is not easy

we find things, we find people
our existence is there to fix or not
we are only small ants in a big planet
but we are there for something

out senses makes us feel
feel the reality
even being crazy
our existence is real for any purspose we have

 
2017-09-23
 
Category: poems | Views: 412 | Added by: dariifly | Date: 23 September 2017 | Comments (0)