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It won't mean anything anyway.
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There's
nothing here. I live in this void black space called earth. Everything
is useless, worthless and insignificant. Nothing is meaningful.
Everything is filled with hatred and despondency. All enigmas lead to
dull, blunt discoveries and realizations. Nothing satisfies. The void
aims to displease and hasten death. It never gives the pleasure each
blot needs--the contentment each one yearns for. The void mocks
everything you are, everything you live by because you're not the same
as all the others. They say you think too hard...try too hard...live up
to be too much... only to be shattered by the same people who helped
you before. In the end, all blots behead each and every one. It doesn't
matter who you are. It doesn't matter what you've done. This void will
never accept you. Those blots out there, they hold you, comfort you,
yet turn away and their eyes pierce the flesh on your back, digging
into your very being, telling lies of your already wrecked life. They
plot everything they want to happen to you. They control your life.
They take charge and you let them... because you're stupid enough to
trust them.
The hairs on their scalp cling onto their heads desperately, concealing
everything underneath this wig--all the treachery, all the traitorious
bounds with their soul. You are nothing but entertainment for them,
don't you know? You are useless, worthless and insignificant. You are
not meaningful.
In the end of everything, no matter how high you've climbed the ladder,
no matter how strong you've become, no matter how many rights you've
had and no matter how many wrongs you've counted blots against, no
matter how perfect everything seems...
In the end of it all...
you are nothing.
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