Afterlife
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Ever since a young age, I never believed in the concept of "afterlife". Always had I believed that death was a vast, empty nothingness. No feeling, no breathing, nothing. Which, I must say, is why I always favored death over life. It sounds rather enjoyable, but in hindsight, I've come to realize I was dreadfully wrong. The truth about life's end is that living... living was only a glimpse- a short viewing- to see how you will live - as the dead.
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