Is there a purpose in this life to be fulfilled? Is there a way to make sense of a life that will one day end? Will anything I do be remembered? Will these words live to be read by the eyes of a new generation?

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Don’t judge me when i collapse to the ground in tears while northlane are playing.

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It’s such a wonderful feeling knowing how easily I can be replaced.

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