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Death

when it comes to death, they'll scream and run and fight till the end then i wonder what do they have left worth fighting for? isn't it better to be a soul without a body rather than a body without a soul?
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melinda
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Feb 28, 2015
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i'm way more afraid of growing old.

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#death#dead#fight#soul#run#body
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