Do you believe you're fighting for something?
Can you tell me what it is?
Do you even know?
Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace?
Yes? No?
Illusions.. Vagaries of perception.
The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose.
And all of them as artificial as love itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
It's pointless
Because i choose to
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