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Allie Vera
Ueda, Nagano, Japan
When you aim, make sure you put a hole in the heart or the head, just remember these people did not become undead ghouls by choice, there’s no way to cure them once they’ve been changed.
When you aim, make sure you put a hole in the heart or the head, just remember these people did not become undead ghouls by choice, there’s no way to cure them once they’ve been changed.
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In this relentless cycle of life and death, the question of purpose lingers like a persistent shadow. What's the point of living when the inescapable truth is the return to the void? Each breath, a fleeting gasp in the vast expanse of nothingness, mocks any semblance of meaning that I may grasp.

The futility of existence manifests in the mundane rituals, like the absurdity of a dental cleaning. Why bother cleaning teeth when the cosmic joke dictates their inevitable decay? The transient satisfaction of preserving a set of teeth becomes a ludicrous endeavor in the face of the ultimate decay awaiting us all.

The weariness that accompanies the awareness of my mortality permeates every facet of my existence. The inevitability of death, an unrelenting specter, renders any attempt to derive lasting significance from life an exercise in self-deception. The notion of a meaningful legacy disintegrates, and the pursuit of enduring impact dissolves into a pitiful dance with irrelevance.

So, in the face of this existential fatigue, I grapple with the meaningless nature of my actions. Each moment becomes a futile gesture, a temporary distraction from the void that awaits. The point of living eludes me, lost in the absurdity of endeavors that strive to defy the cosmic indifference but are destined to crumble like sandcastles before an advancing tide.

In the desolation of my existence, I find no solace, no reassurance that the journey holds purpose. The inevitability of death casts a dark pallor over every experience, rendering them transient and inconsequential. The pursuit of meaning in a world devoid of inherent significance is a futile endeavor, leaving me stranded in a desolate landscape with no guiding purpose.

And so, with a heavy heart and a wearied spirit, I continue this journey, grappling with the paradox of living for a transient moment in the vast expanse of eternity. The point of it all remains elusive, a cruel enigma that mocks any attempt to find purpose in the relentless cycle of life and death. I try to convey this all to the dentist but all I could say at the moment was "I no no wanna :("
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