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It's not death or dying am afraid to see. but that I do not want afterlife to be eternal. when my pale dead body is facing up, I want but nothingness to see. I do not want consciousness to behold when I cross life's drowning sea. Uninteresting when folks have death experience. maybe they come back to comfort us that are here explaining what is real, and not the confusing conjecture bandied on it's fence or maybe injecting fear and setting our hearts at ache for the coming furnace. One will say 'have no doubt, adios, my friend, be in panic. there definately is a spirit world. Their world is as realm as ours is to us tragedic. we are the ones sleeping for they know what we do but not aware that what they do is percific.
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 6:54 AM UTC
My fears
It's not death or dying am afraid to see. but that I do not want afterlife to be eternal. when my pale dead body is facing up, I want but nothingness to see. I do not want consciousness to behold when I cross life's drowning sea. Uninteresting when folks have death experience. maybe they come back to comfort us that are here explaining what is real, and not the confusing conjecture bandied on it's fence or maybe injecting fear and setting our hearts at ache for the coming furnace. One will say 'have no doubt, adios, my friend, be in panic. there definately is a spirit world. Their world is as realm as ours is to us tragedic. we are the ones sleeping for they know what we do but not aware that what they do is percific.
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20/M/Nigeria
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 6:54 AM UTC
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