What does it mean to be alive? What is the purpose for gaining and accumulating, if only to lose it all in the end? What is the reason behind fighting to hold onto something? What is the meaning behind treasuring something, and what purpose does it serve? I find myself gradually questioning more and more of everything I thought I knew about anything. These are the memos of a mad, mental machine... and the mad "mental machine" that operates it.
BakaChibi out.
BakaChibi out.
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