The unknown scares me.
The afterdeath,
who you are,
who I am,
and
who I will be.
It all scares the hell out of me.
Why we all live on the planet,
why I was born.
No one has the answers
Everything in my life has unknown reasons.
Death
human existence.
Why is there such a thing?
No one will ever know,
and it scares me.
Like I said,
the unknown scares me.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 9:38 PM UTC
The unknown scares me.
The afterdeath,
who you are,
who I am,
and
who I will be.
It all scares the hell out of me.
Why we all live on the planet,
why I was born.
No one has the answers
Everything in my life has unknown reasons.
Death
human existence.
Why is there such a thing?
No one will ever know,
and it scares me.
Like I said,
the unknown scares me.
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