Maybe it is the terror of breathing
Apprehension that another day will come
Another year
The fear of being alive without a mark
Causes the question
Does anyone deserves anything?
Did being born really have a purpose?
May be the reason was much bigger than you
So much so that the little reason vanished
You wonder why you have anything
And when no answer heeds your call
You lump all of it to God
The supreme abyss of all unknown
You close your eyes
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