By definition, being alive means that you are an eldritch nightmare, dancing on a knife's edge for the blink of an eye you exist. You consume other life to extend your own, the act of being alive is based on your body defending itself from billions of attacks on a hourly basis, ending the life of the attackers whether microscopic or human size.
You are an incarnate of hell that crawled out of a spawning pool billions of years ago as if shat there by C'thulhu himself. Nothing was ever okay about anything involving your existence.
And thats perfectly normal on this planet. "Okay" is in the eye of the beholder.
By definition, being alive means that you are an eldritch nightmare, dancing on a knife's edge for t
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