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Nihilisms brutal, how could you choose to live that way? Coz everything is futile, life is glorified decay. We're all dying, and I can't wait.... Each day simulates birth and death and everything between. Next day is the same **** thing, how many hints did you need? Cradle to the grave to the cradle to the grave, Makes plenty of sense to me.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
annihilism
Nihilisms brutal, how could you choose to live that way? Coz everything is futile, life is glorified decay. We're all dying, and I can't wait.... Each day simulates birth and death and everything between. Next day is the same **** thing, how many hints did you need? Cradle to the grave to the cradle to the grave, Makes plenty of sense to me.
theunrealist
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
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