A Beautiful Death
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Most of the people fear death. For some reasons, they are scared about their personal anticipation in facing their own death. Some are afraid because of the people that they will no longer have afterlife, they just simply don't feel good about leaving someone so dear to them. Someone doesn't like to suffer a lot before dying.
Death for most of the people is something they never wished to meet very soon. They had known for a fact that no one will be spared from it yet they still have high hopes not to die while in a state of being not prepared for it.
Lucky are those who think the other way around. Lucky are those who think that death is beautiful to experience despite the pain it might bring.
Hello, Readers!
Let me bring in your knowledge that before, I actually had been wishing to have enough wisdom and good writing skills to effectively express and narrate everything that comes in my mind. I did study a lot so I would no longer have to struggle in telling the exact mood and flow of the lines my mind had to animate. So here, I think I find this an opportune time to give a try. I would really love to be a part of your death by giving you the wisdom from my views and imagination. A navigation of creative ideas you never wished to have but I hope you can see and feel the beauty of pre and post death.
P.S. This is fictional.
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