This rosy mortal illusion continued to be a consolation, for I knew that we had better purpose than this.

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This rosy mortal illusion continued to be a consolation, for I knew that we had better purpose than this.
Living is so uncertain and hard but I feel there is so much more purpose instead of a future so black. I want to never be afraid.
Life is loneliness with no purpose, pour your soul into joy, fulfillment and companionship.
A new page. My narrative suddenly changed purpose created ever in new direction.