Nobody exists on purpose
Nobody belongs anywhere
And you are going to die

And you may think “Yeah, but people are going to remember me!”
Guess what. When they die, nobody will remember you
You’re GONE
You never existed

A thousands years from now, You’re gone.
What’s the point then?


You want to be free
You want to be out of your head, not in your head.
You want to thrive, not cope
Stop jerking off to you’re own notion and your own arrogance
That you f*cking matter.

So why do all this
What’s the point of making money
Buying nice stuff
Going to the gym?




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