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Wondering

Does my essence preceed my existence?
Or is it the other way around?
Philosophers tend to disagree so,
Theories of “Being” they do expound.

But my essence sits in smug silence,
While existence defines it as a fence.

I stretch my hand to welcome death,
So that I may live the authentic way.
Does existence begin at dusk?
Or in the middle of yesterday?

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