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Maybe God can't be proven and maybe love can't be defined, but I believe in both whether they're a figment of my imagination or not. I'd rather convince myself of something false and live happily then die to find out that I ruled out a possibility because it wasn't concrete enough for me. To me, fabricated happiness is better than no happiness at all... even if it does make a fool of me in the end. I'd rather die smiling than wishing...