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| But what are the mysteries of life? The little peccadillos that make us who we are and the nuances that create all the world around us? How did such beauty and glorious creation come about? | |
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| Why do we all feel so small in this tiny moment of time we call life? Why are we here? Where did I come from? What is my purpose? Can I ever be truly happy? | |
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| I've just dumped on your floor. Sorry. | |
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