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We waste too much time on necessary activities.

Eating, sleeping, thinking.

Hours upon hours doing the same shit just to have a heartbeat

To have a sense of being.

Where is the real living?

It's not in the same 5 foods I eat day after day

Not in the many hours I spend sleeping, waiting for the sunrise

Not in the buzzing in my head reminding me I'm human

The things we do to survive don't make us live, they just make us exist.