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[nogarda]

We're just bodies. We try so hard to be significant, but only few succeed. At what point do we stop fighting and accept what is? All I see before me is a circle. Everyday the same, though its miniscule context is subjectually different its the same seld destructive pattern. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what I'm good at, I don't

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[capncloudchaser]

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