What if we all died?
Would I be scarred?
No, I will hold my head up and look Death straight in the eye.
On Earth, I may have been scarred, and I didn't hold my head up.
But now, Death is looking at me, taking my soul, and I'm okay with that.
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Eyes dancing across the room. Observing everything. The wait is over, the game has ended, the ice has melted.
We made it. This different world.
After Death, there is some life. Beautiful life.
I would love to see it someday, but the fear of dying overwhelms me.
It's not the fear of dying, it's the state everyone is going to be in.
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Love is like a black rose.
No matter how many times it pricks you and makes you bleed, you will still be marveled by the beauty.