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If i was dead. would heaven let me in? or would it be black inky darkness i can draw stars on with a pen. I'm just contemplating it, not committing or planning; but earthy ties and bounds just get so, so tiring, if, I was dead. 6 feet under, kicked the bucket, and any other phrase that makes it easier to process; in the end. will it even matter? or in 20 years will i say "i was such a depressed mother ******
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
Existential dread
If i was dead. would heaven let me in? or would it be black inky darkness i can draw stars on with a pen. I'm just contemplating it, not committing or planning; but earthy ties and bounds just get so, so tiring, if, I was dead. 6 feet under, kicked the bucket, and any other phrase that makes it easier to process; in the end. will it even matter? or in 20 years will i say "i was such a depressed mother ******
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
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