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May 2018
I often wonder if people know how little they matter.
Because everybody that could possibly remember you will be dead.
All the mistakes
Disappear.
As the universe reaches equilibrium
We all be the nothingness
No matter your grades
or your achievements
Nothing brings me more peace than that fact
That nothing matters
That I don't matter.
That, my friend, may be the one thing
that sets me free.
Optimistic Nihilism.
I'm sorry I've disappointed you.
I just can't keep pretending I believe in something I don't
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  19/F/Getting There
(19/F/Getting There)   
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     Paul Butters
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