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I was crossing a bridge and someone was complaining about suffering

Life is suf-

fering, dodging, sink-

ing, but look,

that color,

swimming upstream, brightly na-

ked, sue me, kill me.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on February 21, 2017 - 11:50 am

    Life is suf-

    fering,

    The Aztecs called a person’s birth “the first day in his march to death”

    Reply

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