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Aug 2020
"When you don't know what you're living for, you don't care how you live from one day to the next. You're happy the day has passed and the night has come, and in your sleep you bury the tedious question of what you lived for that day and what you're going to live for tomorrow"

- Ivan Goncharov
I don't know what I'm living for, living like this torments me and I find it hard to carry on. It's all so meaningless...
Shadow
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