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| You know, sometimes I just sit and think about life for hours and hours. I can never begin to understand why I was put here, and what I should be doing. I feel empty inside. | |
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| Sometimes I wonder what God's intentions are. Like why do i exist at all? I'm sure there is an elaborate plan, but I'll never understand. | |
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| No. I'm a dog standing on a ball. | |
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