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| Life is a sick joke, young one. You cannot comprehend your insignificance. Your joy or pain is nothing unique. You are nothing, but an echo of your progenitors. | |
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| Nothing escapes the great equalizer that is oblivion. All returns to zero. Do you not curse the pointless struggle that is your life? | |
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