Why are we still here? Just to suffer?

W̌̈ͯ͞h̢̰̞͗̐̍͂e͖͎̲̤̝ͣ̉͂ṙ͇͇̣̣̦́e̡̦̘̥͕̲͌ͣ̿̈ͣ̉̍ ̠̭̞͖̻̝̜͐͋â̘͎̫̠͈̞̔̎̿̌͐͗͟ͅm̞̪̳ ͇̇̎͗͟I̛̠̿̑͆ͬ̀ͫ?̳̖͖̙̀͋̈̓ ̜͈͇̲͎̠̜͌̇͌̓͌T͈̖͚h̴̹̭̦͚̘͈ͤi͕͖̯͝s̨͚̖̥ͣ̔ͬ̅̎ ̷̝͔͕͔͙͋ͯw̽̀̊͐͑̚e̶̲͕̙̅ḭͬ̅̋r̤̱̫̾̉́d̸̜̤̬̘̜͊̉ͧͤ̓̓̔ ͥ̍̔̿ͤ͠ḑ͇͛̀͆ͪͦ͗ͅr̔҉͉͕e͙͙̥̪̬͔̮̐̌a̧̗̱̰̺ͤḿ̲̩̼͋̈́̐ͪ͌͞ ̘̭̘͎̖̖̞̍͌a̝͐g͎̻̣ͤ̒ͣ̑̚ͅa̷̘͈͕̳i͉̲͎̭͎͕̍̋̈̊n̨̼̲̼̮̺̪̗ͩͣ̒͂̂̚,̭̟̟̬̰̜̿ͬ̌ͨͅ ̤̘̺ͣ̐̆d͕̪͖̝̙̀̒̈̽ͬ̋̓ͅé̩̤̬̮̩͇͎̉̂ͤ̐ͫ̄͌j̷̦à̳͙̽̒ͮ̋ͥͭ͟ ̝̠̖v̅̅҉̘̠͙͙ͅu̢ͬͪ̔ͭ̉̿!̯̦̯̮̯̏̃ͅ

Everything that lives is designed to end.
We are perpetually trapped in a never-ending spiral of life and death.
Is this a curse? Or some kind of punishment?
I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle…
and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him.

..... It' s the same anywhere I go.
It' s like nothing' s there.... This isn' t too out of the
ordinary but, today really feels like I' m in a dream···

How do you know which way is up when your whole life has been turned upside down?

I've always felt alone my whole life,
for as long as I can remember.
I don't know if I like it… or if I'm just
used to it, but I do know this:
Being lonely does things to you, and feeling sh*t and bitter
and angry all the time just… eats away at you.
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I was born to fight.

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