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I don't think there's any purpose. We're born, we live how we want, we die, we decompose and feed other organisms. Done! I'm perfectly alright with this.
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"The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages, of kings! Of why the sea is boiling hot, of whether pigs have wings..."
"I have a problem with low self-esteem. Which is really ridiculous when you consider how amazing I am.
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