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Maybe.

Maybe the soul grows back...

Maybe we die today, so we can live tomorrow.

 

Maybe.

 

Maybe this is the end and there are no more tomorrows.

The end of joy, the end of happyness, no more pain, no more sorrows.

 

Maybe the soul does not grow back, but fades into the abyss, nothingness.

 

The unknown isn't always the lost, the end isn't always completion.

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Written by
motse-unbrandedcow
South African
Published
Mar 3
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Life has too many questions that go unanswered, too many possible realities that will never be explored. We begin and we end... or so we think.

 

What is it all for, anyway?

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