Can't really think of a way to say what I'm thinking so I'll let a guy who's been dead a few centuries say it for me.
Out, out brief candle.
Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Can't remember what the
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