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Death is a promise, not a threat. Everyone dies. And there is no way to escape it. Death will find you. Count your days, our time here is limited.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
The Time We Have
Death is a promise, not a threat. Everyone dies. And there is no way to escape it. Death will find you. Count your days, our time here is limited.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
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