Why is it that everyone wants that one week, day, moment of breath then any else? We fear death, but for what? We all die and should be happy when we die because we won’t be in this fucking world any more! Embrace death, enjoy it. Fuck, half of us kill ourselfs anyway. Let go of your material possesions, friends, and feelings. In the end all we have is ourselfs. The question is would you really want to live forever? I wouldn’t.
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