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The struggling artsit ponders his existence...
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| What am I doing here? What is the purpose of this life? No one understands me. No one loves me. I'll never amount to anything | |
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| What's the use? I should just kill myself. I hate this world, filled with hate and violence. What's my reason for living? I bet no one will even miss me. | |
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...that is beaten out by his short attention span.
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| HOLY CRAP! IM MISSING FULL HOUSE!!! ... what am I doing with this knife? Did I want a sandwich? | |
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