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The eyes of truth see until the blackness of lies comes into sight Life is meant to be lived and death is not an option but a fate to which we are reserved. Work is not a chore but a choice chosen once upon a time. Love is not a fire but a cold, refreshing spring running through our path. Inevitability is not inevitable. Impossibility is not impossible. Death is not absence of life. You are not gone.
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