FeuFollet Posted December 1, 2017 Share Posted December 1, 2017 We are such temporary beings. Born out of a mother, we are given some time to play and scratch and explore and then breed. Work hard and then die. We suffer quite a lot in our brief time here. We suffer because we can't have what we want. Life is never what we think it should be. It isn't even what we think it is. Helpless. Lost in a maze of conceptions. We think we really exist. We think we're human beings. A bunch of crazy apes with guns and bombs and drama and hopes and dreams. And no one is coming to save us, but we might just try and fake it before the end. 3 Link to post Share on other sites
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