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Is there even a reason
Why we are born?
To maintain a healthy birth rate
To be a population
To replace the older ones,
So we can slog our whole life
Working to survive?

I spend every weekday
Waking up early to a standard routline
Of lessons,
With the examinations
Existing to take away
The joy of learning –
Which disappeared just as quickly
As my childhood.

I spend every weekend
With this existential crisis.
Yes I know I am being selfish.
Yes I know I am not people-orientated.
Yes I know I am not the most trendy person you’ve seen.
I didn’t ask to be judged
By the entire world.

What is happiness
And where do we find it?

I don’t care about anything.
But the truth is,
I care far too much about everything
That relates to me.