we just follow;
it is an unusual act to start a new thing on your own.

time passes by and the clock is still ticking 'tick-tock'.

everyday i eat, i sleep, and i live.
tomorrow might not promise me the same ending but i just keep living.

the flowers bloom and the ocean moves. and it is still the same me walking on the path of life trying to figure out which way to turn.

perhaps this is just what it should be-

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