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When I really think about it I realize that there is no point in doing anything. None of my actions really matter. Death is inevitable. And once you're dead, it's not like time stops... The world keeps moving & goes on without you. We are all just insignificant beings made of flesh and blood. And we like to distract ourselves from that thought. We like to think that there's more to it and life is worth so much but really you're born, you live, you die.
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
Doesn't matter
When I really think about it I realize that there is no point in doing anything. None of my actions really matter. Death is inevitable. And once you're dead, it's not like time stops... The world keeps moving & goes on without you. We are all just insignificant beings made of flesh and blood. And we like to distract ourselves from that thought. We like to think that there's more to it and life is worth so much but really you're born, you live, you die.
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
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