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Is there purpose in life, does everyone has something only they can do? Are people irreplacable? Does it matter if you live or die? Or is everyone expendable?
I feel like that, like I have no reason to exist, and as hard as I try I can not stop thinking that.
I just want to be at peace again, and not tormented by all my insecurities and fears when I try to sleep.
I feel like that, like I have no reason to exist, and as hard as I try I can not stop thinking that.
I just want to be at peace again, and not tormented by all my insecurities and fears when I try to sleep.