You will not be remmebered if you die now, you will be buried, and maybe, mourned by few, but what more can you ask for?
The world will spiral from underneath you, and it's likely that you are either too smart or too dumb to find God.
Maybe you are angry, or maybe the way out is through love, or you are just horny and lonely.
You have seen that before you lies a great stretch of road that is wind swepped, or blasted by the hot sun, or covered in snow, or it is dirt, or concrete, or shrouded in darkness, or bright and clear so you have to squint, but no matter what, it feels utterly empty.
But there are sons who have lost mothers and mothers who have lost sons.
So, we have to live the best lives we can.
-Twelve
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