Late at Night, Depressed as Shit. Glad no one reads this.

I’d like to imagine sometime in the future there’ll be an alien couple, on a casual trip through the stars in order to forget the strife and resentment they have on their own planets and they will come across our earth and look on the burned, lifeless husk of it and say “what an easy world that is.”

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