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I am worthless
I am meaningless.
My excistance holds nothing of value
I am without worth
I am pointless, as I through life strive forth.
My life is but a race without an end.
The one purpose I may hold
To aid in the creation of more worthless organisms.
Live or die, succeed or fail.
None of this matters.
There is no final goal, no beautiful meaning to it all.
THe universe holds no sense for our lives, we live to fall.
I am nothing, I came from nothing
And to nothing shall I return
Erased, non-excistant. Simply, gone.
Mayhap shall I linger in someone's memory for a short time
After my end has come.
Alas, it shall matter as much as a single drop in the ocean.
You may call me negative, but you are just as worthless, meaningless.
Just the same useless fleshbag trying to hold on to life for as long as possible.
Yet, I do not find this saddening. I feel but a mere indiffirence to this fate of mankind.
For however little I may matter to the universe, I mean the world to me.
No divine purpose, no part in the grand scheme of things.
But the ruler of my own world, king of my mind.
I am pointless, yet I am the centre of the universe.
Even if that may only be
In a very restricted perspective.
I am nothing, I am everything.
I am the drop.
I am the ocean.
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Av: Peter H-S
I am meaningless.
My excistance holds nothing of value
I am without worth
I am pointless, as I through life strive forth.
My life is but a race without an end.
The one purpose I may hold
To aid in the creation of more worthless organisms.
Live or die, succeed or fail.
None of this matters.
There is no final goal, no beautiful meaning to it all.
THe universe holds no sense for our lives, we live to fall.
I am nothing, I came from nothing
And to nothing shall I return
Erased, non-excistant. Simply, gone.
Mayhap shall I linger in someone's memory for a short time
After my end has come.
Alas, it shall matter as much as a single drop in the ocean.
You may call me negative, but you are just as worthless, meaningless.
Just the same useless fleshbag trying to hold on to life for as long as possible.
Yet, I do not find this saddening. I feel but a mere indiffirence to this fate of mankind.
For however little I may matter to the universe, I mean the world to me.
No divine purpose, no part in the grand scheme of things.
But the ruler of my own world, king of my mind.
I am pointless, yet I am the centre of the universe.
Even if that may only be
In a very restricted perspective.
I am nothing, I am everything.
I am the drop.
I am the ocean.
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~ fight club
- Zero Punctuation.
~ Psycho mantis
We may be without meaning, but yet we fight fot this meaningless existence?
Vackert. <3
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Your bumhole is beautiful <3
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