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Jun 2010
I am trying to get my mind off
The usual morbid thoughts.
The ones about
How everything is temporary
And how I won't remember any of these people
In ten years
And how nothing matters.
How the world doesn't care whether any of us exist
And if humanity slipped out of existence
Mother Earth would probably rejoice.
About how we are nothing more
Than placeholders in the cosmos
And our existence is unnecessary
And unimportant.

Because if I stay on that path
I will end up in an
Existentialist state of
Suspended indifference.
And that is not good for sales.
Written by
Christine
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