Emaciated

In ending our world’s main point of it all is as confusing as the exploration of bigfoot. We sit here, not knowing what to do. Maybe it’s people way above us that control what we think is okay, and what’s not. Expectations is what I mean. Maybe our purpose is to just live, maybe our purpose is just to think, maybe our purpose is for reassurance of human communication, but honestly I think it’s just our minds. Our minds develop for about twenty five years. That’s a lot of time to know how to figure out the interpretations of life in our world of chaos.

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