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I ask myself this quite often, then I try to think like this;
Why should there be a meaning in the first place? Society likes to make up things that make most of us struggle through life but really there is no meaning but to breathe i imagine
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Invictus
it matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
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