"Even with everything granted to me before my birth, my soul still carries an emptiness—forever searching for something it cannot name"
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"I was born, and since then I’ve just been breathing in a world that feels indifferent. Days pass the same way—wake up, carry the weight, fulfill what’s expected, and keep going. Not because I want to, but because that’s what living has become "
What happens when a soul searching for meaning meets a heart that has stopped looking?
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