desolation plauges the city streets at four in the morning.

what is the meaning of life? what meaning does life have? what is our point of existing? i can't answer these questions and tonight i really doubt the existance of souls. life seems too easy to create and so easy to destroy, yet too hard to live. what is the point of dying if there is no point in our creation? to fear death isn't cowardly, to fear death is selfish. to preserve everything for nothing is pointless. i'm just trying to make existing easier.

i'm pretty sure i had a better night than 20% of the population.

apr�s - vers l'avant

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