To some it is a blessing, to some it is a curse. Life is an infection forcing us to get out of bed and live a "suitable" life. To live with the restraints of society. Some of us survive, some of us live. Surviving isn't living, it's keeping our body up to as minimum strength we need to exist. We exist until all we become to other people is an object in the background. And one that our existence will cease and there will be one less object in the background.
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