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isn't it nice, when you realise how insignificant you are in this world, how you are nothing but a tiny speck in a billion, how you are just star dust floating in space, waiting to disintegrate and reform over and over and over, how when you leave this world, the only mark you'd leave behind is the memory of you within the living and when they have left the world, that memory dies along with it, how no one really remembers you, how you try so hard to make an effort and yet it's not enough, how you don't try at all and people wonder what happened to whatever you and them had, or they don't wonder at all, how you realise these people didn't matter, how you realise that you don't matter, how you realise how much you really mattered, how everything has a beginning, a middle and an end, though sometimes not necessarily in that order, how you know that the end has come and you have learnt to accept that fate, how it finally brings you joy cos you've learnt to not care anymore, how you've learnt to put the precious care you have into the right people, how the right people won't make it seem like you gotta try too hard cos they are equally trying, how everyone is trying?
isn't it nice?
isn't it nice?