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Aug 2014
Some of us cease to think about death. Some of us think about every other day. Some people have come to accept it - because they know their time is near. Well, I believe in Jesus Christ and that when we die, we either go to heaven. . . Or to hell. I believe that energy - life, is borrowed. It was never ours to keep. And eventually, we all have to give it back. From the Universe we manifested, grew. Became who and what we are today, only to return. To become one with the beginning.
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