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There's nothing wrong with me some parts are just missing. So many countless days and sleepless nights I ponder over my life. I think 'what is my purpose?' Or 'do I have a place on this world?' Just thoughts that can rip my asperaion to shreds. Before I kniw it I might be abother emo or god damned murder machine. Does life really exist or is this world just a fiction of somebodies personal illusions with us as small fractions of a greater story. Nothing seems right anymore. Could it be that our world is nothing but a dream we are destined to never wake up from, its aa possibility that maybe god does exict and he's pulling the strings. Or we are all already dead and when we supposedly die we are yet only being reborn.
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