Tell me, do you remember when you found a purpose?
Post number #515606, ID: d15e1a
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How did it feel? Like the quiet strength of steel in your spine or like a blazing inferno that burned away misfortune itself? Remember that it may come back.
haha i feel like a fucking poet, someone shove a quill and inkwell up my weenis hole
Post number #515624, ID: 52c3ad
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imagine actually having something to do with your life lol
Post number #515626, ID: 51cfdb
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Damn, I am so tired of losing it again and again, fuck this
Post number #515673, ID: 09fb37
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I love sex.
Post number #515676, ID: ea46e1
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i dont know what that p word is i dont think i have that
Post number #515727, ID: b599e4
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Overall we have no purpose, because life is just a meaningless cycle of birth to death. However... I am immortal. My purpose in this world is to use my resolve to help in the creation of an AI with free will.
Post number #515750, ID: 8a04de
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Nothing grand, but I take solace by the fact that my cat is happy with me. When she dies I will probably go kill myself.
Post number #515793, ID: 3ed682
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Depression helped me to find my purpose actually
Post number #515892, ID: 2f8737
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i havent found mine yet i just hope whatever im doing now leads to that, i hope im not wasting my time
Post number #515938, ID: a9fd14
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When I understood that my sister is perfect girl.
Post number #515953, ID: 6a51b0
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I will never fulfill my purpose of being a loving housewife to a pretty and powerful woman...
why am I still alive
Post number #516006, ID: a732dd
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>>515606 Yes I have. It's called Antifa.
Post number #516280, ID: c2fe69
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>>516006 imagine being so worthless that your purpose in life is a pack of terrorist brainlets
Post number #516283, ID: c2fe69
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>>516280 just like daech lmeu
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| How did it feel? Like the quiet strength of steel in your spine or like a blazing inferno that burned away misfortune itself? Remember that it may come back.
haha i feel like a fucking poet, someone shove a quill and inkwell up my weenis hole