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43 - DyingI always wondered what it would be like to die. I wanted to know if it’d be painful or if it’d be just like falling asleep. I wanted to know if I would go to Heaven or Hell, or if I’d be born again, or if I’d just be faced with an eternity of nothingness. I wanted to know if I’d get to see Nanna and Uncle Tony again, and my old pet rabbit, Spunky.43 - Dying
I wanted to know if it was cold or hot, or if it was lukewarm.
I never expected to find out so soon.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of the heart monitor is rhythmic, almost soothing. It reminds me that my heart is s
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by *OllyOliver
Rules of Great Literature1. I am a writer. It doesn’t matter what I write (unless it’s genre fiction, in that case I am a deluded fool that needs to be re-educated) or even the quality of said writings; by virtue of being in the company of other writers, I am a writer. Do not dare tell me otherwise. After all, writer’s egos are notoriously fragile (comes from wallowing in all that angst) and we mustn’t discourage the next Great Author of our time from gaining greater perspective of human nature by hanging around with others who are equally disconnected with reality (except when writing poetry about their ex).Rules of Great Literature
2. All Great
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I think I suffer from chronic indecisiveness, but I'm not sure.
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We are the sanninja!
I has a photography account ---> [link]
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And I love you so
The people ask me how,
How I've lived 'till now,
I tell them I don't know!
I guess they understand
How lonely life has been,
But life began again,
The day you took my hand!
Sorry for my horrible english, I speak french
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Didn’t hear what she said
As the lights turned red
On a love that should have stayed gold
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