Quintessence of confusion. Modernist angst of not knowing yourself, your location, your purpose. When being is bewildering. Only if one had clarity. An existentialist poem. Great write! I like it boy!
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Quintessence of confusion. Modernist angst of not knowing yourself, your location, your purpose. When being is bewildering. Only if one had clarity. An existentialist poem. Great write! I like it boy!