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The life of despair is too much to bare
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I am elevating high up the surface, taking all I can with me to my destination. I traveled for 50 years of my life standing a foot on the tip of my tower.
But eventually all good things must come to an end, and I must eventually fall.
Death is not my fall but death is my rise, when I’m gone my belongings will remain but my physical will be nothing but of the past. I realize all that matters is what I left behind, we do not matter as people.
It is no wonder peasants treat each other us included with such low empathy, the society does not see us as living organisms but rather as pons for their own benefit.
Everyone is running away from the truth, death.
Death and nothingness is my truth. I care about no one or anything in this world but these things.
In my final days I must prepare for my death, listening to the nature of wind and rain, sitting by the waterfall of night. My death will be voluntary, off the waterfall.
But eventually all good things must come to an end, and I must eventually fall.
Death is not my fall but death is my rise, when I’m gone my belongings will remain but my physical will be nothing but of the past. I realize all that matters is what I left behind, we do not matter as people.
It is no wonder peasants treat each other us included with such low empathy, the society does not see us as living organisms but rather as pons for their own benefit.
Everyone is running away from the truth, death.
Death and nothingness is my truth. I care about no one or anything in this world but these things.
In my final days I must prepare for my death, listening to the nature of wind and rain, sitting by the waterfall of night. My death will be voluntary, off the waterfall.
