Our entire existence as humans hangs on two primal drives: survival and the need to feel something.
Strip away the nonsense, and that’s all we are. Animals clawing for another breath while chasing a flicker of meaning.
Some days, survival feels like enough.
Others, the need to feel burns hotter, sharper, until it consumes us.
When we can’t find it, we self-destruct, just to see if the ashes will tell us who we were supposed to be.
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