Flawless like a rose without its thorns. Painless like a death without its mourns. Endless like a lake without its shore. Worthless like a nuke without its core.
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Why do people aim for achievement? When the end is the same for us all? Why do people care for opinions? When their opinion rules over them all?
We can all see that it’s pointless. Cause the proof is right there in our face. Forever the race of obliviousness, and always the race for first place