It's kinda surprising that you haven't kill yourself up to this point. You stand up straight as coral. A big lonely coral struck by waves, hurt from time to time. You're strong and fragile at the same time, waiting your time to fall.
What is heaven? You're barely know the difference between life and death. Both of it look the same.
You lose the ability to feel, not even bitterness. You are a coral struck by waves, everything just too much that you ceased to feel anything. You are a coral, as hard as stone as a heart could be.
What is the meaning of life? Is it even meaningful enough to be interpreted?
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