The wind outside howls like a mother screaming for her lost child. The rain hits the windows so hard it feels like its trying to break through.
The weather seems to mirror my own feelings today. I feel like I am the lost child that the wind is screaming for. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I supposed to learn from this life before I pass on? Am I a good person? These are all questions I find myself contemplating on this rainy dismal day.
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