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Since then, I stopped caring about trivial things and everything I classified as such
Things like joy and meaning —the eternal pursuit of happiness and the way to heaven— I stopped caring about that since the time I opened my eyes to the grim reality we all have to face one moment of another
Since then, I stopped caring about trivial things like that of masterful talk and smiles from being at the top of the world
Since I descended into the depths of my soul and saw with my own eyes the darkness of the void eating my core When I clawed myself out— I stopped caring about trivial things like acceptance and fitting in knowing that the filth in my nerves would wash the saints off their holiness
But now I don't care —I don't care about a lot— things like love, peace, rest, purpose —all meaningless in the face of the only eternal fate awaiting us on the shores of Death —I don't care anymore— Let the acrid tides of spite and anger sweep me into its currents —melt my bones, sew my skin back into them after tearing it with the force— I don't care anymore —I don't— kill me with bittersweet kindness and wrathful sympathy and watch me laugh at your face because I don't care to save myself —not anymore
