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What a fool of me thinking that death is the end, an eternal rest where gates forever closed, bones turn to dust. But, even though your ashes scattered to atomic particles and the world you knew vanished, plainly exists no more, life will still go on back to basics, and you’ll begin afresh with no knowledge of your old-self yet in different form like you’d never existed before. Jobiranyc 10-31-19
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
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What a fool of me thinking that death is the end, an eternal rest where gates forever closed, bones turn to dust. But, even though your ashes scattered to atomic particles and the world you knew vanished, plainly exists no more, life will still go on back to basics, and you’ll begin afresh with no knowledge of your old-self yet in different form like you’d never existed before. Jobiranyc 10-31-19
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
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