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I know you're trying really hard to be ok with this. It's fine. You don't have to keep up appearances any longer. I know death is more painful than you thought it would be. We all make misjudgements. If you were perfect, would I have ever learned anything from you? Fight to the bitter end if that's what your instincts are telling you. You were always more in touch with instincts than I was. Still searching, but for what? What secret were you put here to reveal that you haven't yet? Too large an agenda for such a small body. Some of the universe's mysteries will stay lost to you as long as you remain here on planet Earth. This time around you drink like there was no water left on Earth. I guess we both learned to fight against our own self-destruction around the same time. "Clean yourself up, we gotta go soon,"
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
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I know you're trying really hard to be ok with this. It's fine. You don't have to keep up appearances any longer. I know death is more painful than you thought it would be. We all make misjudgements. If you were perfect, would I have ever learned anything from you? Fight to the bitter end if that's what your instincts are telling you. You were always more in touch with instincts than I was. Still searching, but for what? What secret were you put here to reveal that you haven't yet? Too large an agenda for such a small body. Some of the universe's mysteries will stay lost to you as long as you remain here on planet Earth. This time around you drink like there was no water left on Earth. I guess we both learned to fight against our own self-destruction around the same time. "Clean yourself up, we gotta go soon,"
orion-schwalm
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
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