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Do things just go black like the tv at bedtime? I had this belief that on the day of your death you feel complete No one around you knows unless you tell them The scary thing about death is it’s unknown nature So used to living I can’t imagine not so used to motion emotion thinking and feeling Do we really fly? Of all those to die, I’ve never had the chance to converse with one of them If curiosity kills this cat will my questions ever be answered?
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
Death After Life
Do things just go black like the tv at bedtime? I had this belief that on the day of your death you feel complete No one around you knows unless you tell them The scary thing about death is it’s unknown nature So used to living I can’t imagine not so used to motion emotion thinking and feeling Do we really fly? Of all those to die, I’ve never had the chance to converse with one of them If curiosity kills this cat will my questions ever be answered?
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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