Sometimes I have thoughts, thoughts in my head. What it would be like when I am dead. Will it be full of Pleasure and things that are nice? Or all of the pain I've went through and the Sacrifice. Being dead is nothing to someone who doesn't care. When it comes to death, Death I don't Fear!
Reason for writing:
Life in genereal
Things good good.. things going bad..
Birth sign: Not entered
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