Death
I used to think death was cruel and selfish. How it takes away the lives of the people we love without warning, stripping them of their beautiful, human souls. How it plagues the world of its misery and demise.
I used to think death was selfish, and I was wrong. It's life that's selfish. Forcing you to breathe and walk and talk and feel everyday without learning what it actually feels like to actually live is one of the cruelest forms of torture. Knowing I'm always alone, always lonely, always searching for something that I'm not gonna find is misery to my soul and poison to my heart. Life is a bittersweet melancholy that rots the human flesh.
I used to think death was selfish.
Not anymore.
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Catalytic Thoughts
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