Why?

Why is my life so filled with struggles?

What did I do wrong?

Who and why and when and what

The answers does not matter

Only the fact on the ground

And watching the plants grow

 

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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