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It does matter.



When all is over and you're alone in your room at night, things become clear.

A lot of things don't matter.

And it all leaves nothing but the same old gripping question: What is life?

What exactly am I here for?

That is a question which's answer I will not buy from any clergyman. I've been asking myself this question often enough, and I've yet to find myself an answer. I don't feel any hope, nor do I feel any disappointment. I feel nothing, I feel plain, and without a soul. I need an answer.

But I won't make one up.


 Tianyong
20 years old.
The time will come soon.