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Facing the Inevitable Once I am dead and gone, during some other when; once all is said and done, what will this life mean then? In a fabricated Heaven, one can join heaps of foolish souls. In a realistic dirtheap, carcasses lie in six foot holes. Both remain an empty vessel, both lived their life and now are dead; one leaves filled with expectation, and one dies, drowning in regret. |
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