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Existence is not overrated. The chances of your birth are a billion to one, yet here you are; live in colour.
So you take it for granted when it shouldn't. What if someone else more deserving than you got the opportunities you got?
Do you deserve what you have? Do you deserve what you were given? What you've become?
Why couldn't you amount to something more?
This is a precious gift and you wasted it. You're a waste. A useless concoction of organs. Life doesn't owe you anything. You're what's wrong with you. You're what's wrong with the people you love.
Go.
