Cursed by time.

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Cursed by time.

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In the beginning we are innocent and ignorant.

We have our family and friends who complete us.

Our souls shine bright because of their existence.

Then one day we lose our innocence and ignorance,
Our family and friends die, one at a time, more or so than others to some disease or violence or accident.

Slowly our souls lose their shine as each person we ever knew and loved disappears with time.

When the last person we care deeply about leaves us, we immediately lose our soul-light, it collapses into a black hole, and we become dissociated from our own awareness of the world within us and the one outside of us.

We begin to care less about this world and our place in it.

Detached from reality, searching for something that will take our minds off the fact that we're now alone.

Everyday that passes carries with it an inevitable challenge to: "Feel" the way we want.

Ufortunately losing the battle to the darkness that dwells within us - we become numb instead of alive.

We struggle with attempting to transcend the shackles of our biological nature through some form of spirituality/philosophy, where our goal is to end our suffering through enlightenment.

The way we make this happen is by realizing that we're not really ourselves when we're around people, so we struggle with their unintentional provocations, trying our hardest not to show any reaction.

Years pass us by as we hide away in our emptiness - as our hearts become hard, and our minds cold.

No longer are we fully present in this world which first brought us awe - infatuated with its mysteries, instead we pretend to feel along with our peers, we put on masks to blend into the masses.

Our life seems shallow, and pointless.

We're decaying and losing ourselves.

The only feelings we experience anymore are: "Fear, Hate, and Anger".

So we get high, we force ourselves to feel something positive - if we can.

We embrace debauchery and any sinful act that we can bare to practice.

Boredom becomes a constant as well as laziness.

We try to become happy again, try to rebuild ourselves for the better - but because we're so negatively charged - we only have eyes for the mistakes of others - our endeavour towards a life of happiness becomes blurred with the deep hate we feel about another persons behaviour.

We keep trying and trying until we feel stupid about trying.

So we stop trying and give up,
Forever only observing without lucidity - our life overtaken by the unforgiving eternal winds of time.

Our descent to this hell was our one and only true destiny. ~

Whilst in hell, this is how we feel:

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Our consciousness is the darkness that envelopes all of the universe; We will live forever because we are the essence that is the absence of light.
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Spoiler:
I'd rather get buzzed off of some alcohol with a chimpanzee whom also took a shot of some alcohol and go bananas inside of a bounce house while we're both listening to this song:
Over arguing with a fool. ~

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