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From the moment you are thrown into the universe you breathe, eat, drink, procreate
It is what we do as living organisms
But why would one procreate
Let alone find a reason to stay alive
Without something to stay alive for
Humans dont stay alive for the sake of survival
But rather for the sake of things that bring purpose
Religion, Art, Music, love
In an endless oblivion of darkness and space
Humans are the only species primitive enough to care
You must do what you love
The best things in life will always end in conflict
That is why humans are primitive
♥♥♥♥ this planet
It is a piece of ♥♥♥♥
Seriously if i cannot return to space
Then i will snort coke until i die
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.°( . • . ) ˛°./• '♫ ' •\.˛*./______/~\*. ˛*.。˛
*(...'•'.. ) *˛╬╬╬╬╬˛°.|田田 |門|╬╬╬
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(☆*✦✦ℳerry ℭhristmas & A ℋappy 2016✦✦ *☆ )
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