If there's a purpose, give it to me, I want to know it, I need to know it, I'm living just to know it.
It's not perpetual sadness
It's perpetual boredom
The way nothing makes sense, the way everything I do seems unnecessary and superficial in a way, I am bored! Save me from this plaec, this earth, this time. We are here for no reason, just to scurry about.
Nothing has to be the way it is.
Then why is it?
Doesit matter to know or not to know? To sit or not sit? To stay or not stay? What makes s us, what gives us boundaries, nothing. Fear is instilled when we're little. When we're just developing, we are taught ot stay. Creatures need to roam.
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