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1.
of course I'm afraid
we all are
but some dreams are better left to die
2.
for Death too holds intrinsic value
the way in which it universally opposes Life should not be condemned
simply put,
3.
without Death
we wouldn't be Free
we wouldn't be at all
4.
Death doesn't end things
I believe
it makes them Eternal
5.
it makes anything possible
and that by itself
is quite scary
of course I'm afraid
we all are
but some dreams are better left to die
2.
for Death too holds intrinsic value
the way in which it universally opposes Life should not be condemned
simply put,
3.
without Death
we wouldn't be Free
we wouldn't be at all
4.
Death doesn't end things
I believe
it makes them Eternal
5.
it makes anything possible
and that by itself
is quite scary
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Something I wrote yesterday night. I've not been writing down my dreams lately, and it's been kinda disturbing seeing how the impactful ones disappear (even the ominous ones.. my worries) feeling them return to the Void or Flow.. dissipating
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I like death in a way