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| Death, Have you ever questioned the meaning of your own life? | |
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| I mean, we live down here. Toiling day after day, trying to make other people miserable, while we do nothing to better our own lives. I feel meaningless. | |
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| Dammit Frank, shut up. Whenever you forget to take your prozac, you always become a philospher. | |
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