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A New Friend

by being_human

I made a new friend, Though old she may be. Spotting her at the end, I invited her for tea. Sitting with me for a moment. My worries became obsolete. Her sting so potent. It made everything sweet.
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being_human
20 / M / Australia
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Written by
being_human
20 / M / Australia
Published
Jul 23, 2018
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1m
Notes

Written 21 July 2018

I have learned that your own death can become a valuable friend.

John Eldredge says it beautifully:

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.

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