An incomplete world, full of incomplete people, with incomplete lives. But still life goes on. They live, they die; but still... life goes on. Why though? Is it bad that I wanted something more. When you compare your problems to the size of universe, it really makes you feel like nothing. My goal? Simple, bid my time until the sweet release of death. Why not kill myself? Because I know the goddess wouldn't like it. So I wait ,and I wait, and I wait, until the day finally comes. nothing really matters we're just a another speck in the universe, waiting to die out. Me, I don't really care what happens to us do whatever you want it's not like it's going to matter in the end. And to this to say goodbye at least for now.
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