Unsure
I wonder most days, how the air can still fill my lungs. How the sunshine still reach past my darkened heart. Why the memory of a smile is all I have left. And the tears have stopped flowing.
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"If there is no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do. 'cause that's all there is. What we do, now, today."