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...the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we'll never be able to see, hear , smell, taste or touch. Life itself depends on them. What's real? What isn't real? Maybe those aren't the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on?
I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.
...compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if I existed at all.