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life is a funny thing...at times it can be the most amusing and beloved mistress to grace one's metaphysical bed. at others, it will twist and contort the truth of all things beautiful into pawns of the greater misconception. death, on the other hand, is simple yet undoubtedly mired in fear. so the question is, does one dance to life's constantly changing melody, embracing every sway in the tempo and cherishing every laugh and tear? does one bow to death, allowing the eternal simplicity to over-take them in mind and soul, even if in body there is still the rush of oxygen? oh sweet dance of fate, how i do love you as much as i curse you.
my final prayer is this, though i know not who receives it: may my beloveds be happy and may their happiness bring me peace
my final prayer is this, though i know not who receives it: may my beloveds be happy and may their happiness bring me peace