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Fine. It doesn't matter. I don't even care anymore. It's all useless. There's no point anymore. Every day is exactly the same, every person is exactly the same. Why even try? They're all the same. They don't care. You don't care. I feel so numb, so dead, so lost. There's nothing left, nothing to live for. Everything is dead. There's no point. There never has been, never will be. I used to hope tomorrow would hold such better days, but they're all the same. I never served a purpose in this stupid, dead, numb world. Neither did you, you still don't. But no, you'll never see that, all you optimists will sit around and think happy thoughts. No, you don't serve a special purpose, none of us do. We just fly through life thinking that we do. You don't know what it's like to see this truth. You probably never will. Ah, the bliss of ignorance... I can't do this anymore. I always wear those big fake smiles and stupid lies, but deep inside I'm bleeding. No, you'll never understand. I'm fine, I say, I'm happy. I feel numb, cold. There's no use. I don't even care anymore. I'm not even gonna try. I'm just gonna go. Tomorrow will never hold better days, I'll never feel alive. I might as well already be dead. I'm sorry. I know you won't miss me. Nobody will, not for long. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. You'll be sorry when I'm gone.