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I once heard from an old wise man 'without the fear of death there is no reason to live at all.' But what are we really to live for? We are human but we are still animals. We strive for peace and equality but seek to distroy that which we do not understand.
We claim to love, but we really don't.
How can you tell if you are being lied to just by reading cold, lifeless font? How do you express emotion to someone you've only seen in one picture? How do you love if they are not there with you? I am not a tool, and I will NEVER be used again.
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Angel, I gave you my soul this night and now I am dead. My heart does not beat, my lungs draw no breath and my touch is cold. It is by your will that I do live and in your presence I do thrive.