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Nov 2015
How
I imagine myself lying at my deathbed
Thinking back on my life
and attempting to find something I would be proud to have done
Something that was precious time well spent
That was worth it.
So much is superficial and meaningless
Based on the same ideas wrongly followed before us
How is it possible to find any meaning in this place
Written by
Benjamin
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