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December 09, 2003

A Big Black sleeve note

Sometimes, even killing yourself wouldn't be enough. Like when you realise that your entire life has been lived under a presumption of free will, but all you've been able to make of it is a sad parody of everything you used to hate. Slowly, without even trying, everyone becomes what they despise most.

Posted by Hirez at December 9, 2003 08:46 PM

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