Everybody Dies

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You're sitting on the edge of a high cliff, the stormy wind brushes your hair off your shoulder, the sound of waves crashing on the shore below you make you feel like you lifting higher into the air. You dangle your legs over the cliff as if you're ready to jump off into the ocean, your head is in the clouds, and literally in the clouds. Everybody wishes to stay, but if everybody goes, we'd still be alone in the world. It was a great life, seeing things as a child, it's not my fault to wonder why when I will die. You feel like you've finished your life, taking in the last of the world before you leave it. Taking in the smell of the seashore and the feeling of wind lightly hitting your face. Dark clouds slowly come into the picture as rain lightly patters on the top of your head. You feel whole complete with your life, ready to leave and take on a new form. One without problems and just a tranquil state of mind. "But you are not alone. You are not unknown."

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