February 28, 2013 § 2 Comments

Imagine you could know when you’re going to die (but not how). How would that be like, everything would be done in rush, there would be this constant fear of running out, knowing that everyday is one step closer to the end, every year,month,day,hour and second. Like a ticking time bomb. Until the final day comes and death is waiting for you, his arms spread wide open ready to embrace you.


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