Dan
I think life is pointless. We are put on this little ball in space with many other things like us. And they're along with us because we're trying to understand why we're here. Is there even a reason? In the grand scheme of things, our lives are so minute that we won't be remembered. What we do right in this moment, maybe won't even matter a minute from now, much less after we die. And I'm okay with that, because I'm bound to fuck up
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Inevitable
Fanfiction"We're put on this Earth to die" "Yes. But I want you to live more than anything" (Possibly triggering) *little edits*
