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Why search,
why wonder about life,
about people?

Frustration lingers—
the words stay trapped,
my voice stutters
when I try to release
what lives deep inside me.

I wander the office halls,
surrounded by empty spaces,
fighting not to explode.

I thought I could control it.
But it gnaws at me,
slowly, silently—
draining the life from within,
from my heart.

My heart still beats,
but what for?

So let me ask again:
What is the pursuit of happiness?