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blah blah blah, my penis before/after I think my problem is that I keep waiting for life to make sense, when really, there is no sense to be made. There is morality. There is, I believe, right and wrong. Its good to help people. Its bad to hurt people. But--as I seemed to know long ago, but have forgotten--there really is no sense to the world and much of what 99% of the populations strives for. The bitch of it is...things would be so much better if we all owned up to it and tried all working together.
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