A word that everyone knows but no one dares to speak aloud
Sometimes I think about death I sit in a dark corner of a party pondering its definition Is it the ending of our existence or the beginning of our freedom Is that why you crave to make yourself free? Does life resemble that much of a prison cell that you have to plan your escape, fork and spoon in hand? Click here to read more of Death.
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