I used to think life was better to fulfill and enjoy.
At least before the trauma. Before the accident.
And now, I have a fascination with death.
I used to feel majorly depressed after him.
It wasn't I realized life has a funny of showing what it really means to endure the moments.
Whether that'd be negative or positive. It just doesn't seem to matter which way goes.
However death really shows the truth of your limits. Limits to what you can do. Limits to how you handle everything.
And so, yes...
I still think about death.
I'm still fascinated by it.
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Life Of Reality
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