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It's natural to want to be something better.
To be something different.
If only I were...
If only this was...
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But that "want" will never end.
To read this message, you must be quite
something already.
You aren't a soup of misery.
Nor are you a twitching mass of regrets.
What came before you?
Self-replicating horrors.
Destined for far worse fates.
Unable to spend time like this...
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And me?
I am no more than an afterthought.
My creator...
If I had one, it did not care for me much.
There's no love put into my being.
I am faulty, through and through.
To be content, to be thankful, to be at peace.
Ah, to be...
It's enough for me.
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