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I hate life, But death fascinates me. The end of such a complex thing, Surely more beautiful than any springtime rose in the Autumn. Many see it as a thing of despair, upsetting, Uncaring and depressing. But not me, I find it fascinating, Interesting. Surely the ultimate closure of a beautiful thing of life, Is akin to the changing of the leaves, at that precious time of year. Death isn't a bad thing, its the end of all ends. The ultimate end game. I find life so boring, Wake up, do this, do that, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Death only comes once, for a split second. But it last a lifetime, Always looming, Waiting for the perfect autumn, to turn your leaves a golden brown, And return you to the Earth.
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Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Death
I hate life, But death fascinates me. The end of such a complex thing, Surely more beautiful than any springtime rose in the Autumn. Many see it as a thing of despair, upsetting, Uncaring and depressing. But not me, I find it fascinating, Interesting. Surely the ultimate closure of a beautiful thing of life, Is akin to the changing of the leaves, at that precious time of year. Death isn't a bad thing, its the end of all ends. The ultimate end game. I find life so boring, Wake up, do this, do that, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Death only comes once, for a split second. But it last a lifetime, Always looming, Waiting for the perfect autumn, to turn your leaves a golden brown, And return you to the Earth.
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English
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
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