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How Will We Die?Do you know exactly how you're going to die? Of course not, no one does, but we have ideas. Burning, freezing, drowning, suffocating, we all hope for the less painful ones. But in reality how do we really know which ones are painful?
We ask people how painful death is hoping that they'll give us an honest answer, but how could they know, THEY'RE ALIVE!!!
People always dream of heroic deaths; being pushed of a cliff while trying to save a friend, perishing in a desperate attempt to save a little girl from a burning building, being shot while protecting your family. In reality, most of us will die of old age, not some heroic action that people will remember us by.
Then there are the people who dream they live forever, hate to break it to you but, we all die eventually.
We don't really have a choice on how and when we meet our end, so might as well make the most of your life while you're still here, because you may not be here for much longer.
The Frailty of Human LifeThe Frailty of Human Life
She lay there on the floor, slowly but surely drifting off. The bloodied knife lay beside her. All initial pain in her wrists had dissipated to a dull ache, and the sensation of blood leaving her body.
"It can't be that bad" she thought, "just like falling asleep."
In the next few moments, her life flashed before her eyes. The brutal childhood of having and abusive father. The terrible car accident that took her mother's life, the overdose that took her father's. Being sent to the orphanage at age nine, nearly a decade ago.
For as long as she could remember, no one had ever loved her. How could death be any worse?
Holding her eyes open had become too hard to bear. At long last her eyes closed, her body went limp, she was at peace.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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