Always grasping us,
Oh, how fragile we are.
How uncertain it all is.
We're all going there,
but we're all in despair.
About how quickly it could end.
Before our time.
Our lives taken by another's hand.
So meaningless, without warning.
We're helpless and left behind.
Grieving.
Eternally forsaken in time.
Sometimes, certain events trigger my brain to deep thoughts and existentialism. The thoughts and words they flow, but they don't and eventually it all becomes a mess, the more i think. This is a piece of that kind of rambling, I don't care if it's lousy.
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