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"Every living creature dies alone"
Lately I have been thinking on the very meaning of words in this sentence, there's something special in writing a thought that affects all of us and make us feel uncomfortable, it dissects the meaning of life and gives an answer that all of us know but try to avoid.. there's no meaning on this nonsense. All things we are told to search and do are just a way to flow through life avoiding a certain and unbearable emptiness that sooner or later affects us all. I have judged this theater of pain, this sadomistic play and i like it.

Like all things this is just a circle and everything is more of the same.