stinkycel
GymCel
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- Joined
- Aug 24, 2023
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It’s sad, man. Many of us have been suffering for a long time. The truth is none of us live forever; time doesn’t slow down, it doesn’t stop, it doesn’t forgive. It brings me pain and agony knowing I missed out, Missed out on the experience of life. Moments I was supposed to cherish. Moments I was supposed to have like a “normal” person. Tried my best to fit in with others, failed that, looked up to many, and acted like them. Copied them, never led anywhere. I made myself a clown and put myself down just so many people would laugh with me. They never laughed with me, they laughed at me. It’s sad being lonely, not having anybody to talk to, the worrying of dying alone. Not being remembered for anything or by anyone. Being wiped away and forgotten about. Many men die every day by suicide. Most aren’t remembered. It’s unfortunate and sad. Knowing everyone had their own story, their own ambitions and goals, and their own journey. Some never achieved their goals. They never reached their finish line. Never saw victory. Many of us are nothing but worthless workers. A war breaks out, and we end up slaying each other, countless numbers of dead each with their own stories. All they get is a grave. A grave accompanied by the silence and the cold wind. That's all I have to say.