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Aug 2015
Death.
Rebelling against the reproduction of humans. Human achievements have slowly became nothing to me. Starting to look for different inspirations, want to be free from everything. My day is coming soon, that day...that day will start a new beginning for me. Everything I do now means nothing when that day comes, so then I ask myself what am I doing, where am I really going. I wake up and go through what we call life, hopping one day I grow up and begin to understand it.... Sadly I never got to
Death.
Absalom M
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