'My glass is forever half empty,
Entombed in immortal unhappiness because I don't believe.
Don't believe your hype, how are you superior to me or anyone else?
Don't believe my own hype, I'm not superior to anyone else. We all have are own talents, but first and foremost we are all equals.
Don't believe in a higher existence, so every day is spent knowing that I will rot underground when I die, not go to a happy magical wonderland.
The only thing that makes me better than you is that I'm a realist, and you obviously aren't.
Your a big personality in a small place, no one will remember you when your just a name on a headstone.
All your big individual ideas, superiority complex, and false beliefs go flying out of the window when you realise just a split second before you die that you are going to rot like every else.
The only thing that makes me better than you is that I spent every waking moment fully aware of how it was going to end.
At least I didn't waste my life on falsities.'
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