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If you'd never had been born, you wouldn't read this.
And it wouldn't make any difference.
And when you no longer exist it is as if you'd never would have read it.
It doesn't matter.
But now, while you read it, something happens.
It eats some seconds of your time like an animal, wooly of letters, chewing blocks between you and your next minute. You don't ever get it back. It slowly eats your time.
It will never be full, Neither will you.
And it wouldn't make any difference.
And when you no longer exist it is as if you'd never would have read it.
It doesn't matter.
But now, while you read it, something happens.
It eats some seconds of your time like an animal, wooly of letters, chewing blocks between you and your next minute. You don't ever get it back. It slowly eats your time.
It will never be full, Neither will you.
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