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death is like this..


godeath is like this disease. everyone either wants it or wants it to disappear. those who want it to disappear are like those who enjoy going to school. they wake up in the godforsaken hours of the morning, yet at the end of the day it was worth it to them. at the end of the day they got to learn new things. they got to meet new people. they got to live new experiences. they like the way things are going, no need for a disease to keep them from going to school the next day. after all, they’ve got classes to go to and people to talk to. those who want it are like those that hate going to school. they would rather not have to leave bed. they have no desire to talk to their friends, let alone make new ones. they don’t want to live the life they’ve got. they’d rather stay in bed all day watching tv, that way they don’t have to think. they’ve got this desire for premature closure. so instead of waiting til school’s out in june, they pray that they get sick from this disease, and hope that they can avoid the world.
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