They say life just leads to death, which in itself becomes the meaning of life. Whereas we view life as happiness, it is a struggle, but where we view death as horrifying, it is peace. In death, we do not feel.
But if there is nothing more peaceful than the sweet relief of death, then I wish to bear arms and go to war with the great struggles of life in which the love you give me is as eternal as the everlasting end.
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PoesíaIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...