People always try to be pretty. Always and forever.
They even make you look pretty right before they either put you into the ground to rot for an eternity; or they burn your corpse till it is degraded to dust and bone fragments so it can be scattered across a place never to be one again or kept in a glorified jar, trapped within it as you would've been encased under the ground.
But who would think of it that way?
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My mind works differently than yours. I always first notice the darkest colors and the lowest sounds.
Always turning a situation into the most morbid things it could possibly be. That's how I am, and that's how I will always be.
-Flame-