We spend our given time on this plane of excitence tormented by that very knowledge, scared that time will never let achieve our dreams terrified that we'll never just be "Happy" desperate to succeed, find meaning in our lives. So they hit a brick wall they stop chasing and their dreams continue to run off into the distance never to be seen again, because the constant anxiety of failure can make it near impossible to even make an attempt despite the fact that every failure we make will be long forgotten along about desperate attempts to imprint memories into those who honestly couldn't careless about us or how our stories end, because my god to even cross their minds anymore, we just long current background noise some unwanted ringing in their ears they long since silence because we're all going to disappear one day its something that everyone of us must do, yet we will have to do it alone, the frightening thought that any given second our higher consciousness could just go blank, every dream we're ever dreamed, every crush we've ever had, every laugh, every cry, first kiss and last goodbye will just be wiped clean our binds begin to fade out and us into an empty void of eternal blank space
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