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We are all dying, its just a matter of time, with every breath it draws closer with ever action every thought every decision made-from what socks to wear to where your gonna be in ten years it doesn't matter, all any one can do is not drag their feet when they leave the door if your going go, don't ever look back, in the end when your story is over and the final credits roll, like in real life movies, everyone will walk out that door and in a month you will be a memory another card with Mary opened armed with a halo and the lords prayer on the back. what about the time we are given? we are not given any time, all our dreams can never be realized in the space from life to death. the point of living is dying its something we can't escape or avoid, we can't put it off till later, we can't call in sick to our meeting with death. we live to die thats all there is to it