By losing nothing I have lost everything. Everything other than meaning wrapped up in words, philosophy wrapped up in action, death wrapped up in life. With each day a clinging pestilence hangs in my head, slowly fermenting, brewing pure hatred and isolation. Nothing is left for me to do, no purpose or pain. All I shall do now is pump myself full of whatever I can find and record my final thoughts on this forum of pedantic fools and beggars.
Until next time,
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