Life
I feel life ending.
A friend of mine lost her mom. I work with someone who told me about her brother who died, not long ago, of a heart attack. He was 45.
Another friend told me about how painful it was to see her father go away. He knew he was going to die and he said goodbye. He also knew it was the last time he would see her.
Life. Love. Lies.
Life's ending.
Love's BS.
Lies move the world.
I am becoming this cynical person I have always fought against.
He was perfect (for me) except for the parts that he was either hiding or lying about. The end.
Procreation. How attached to that notion are we?
A friend of mine lost her mom. I work with someone who told me about her brother who died, not long ago, of a heart attack. He was 45.
Another friend told me about how painful it was to see her father go away. He knew he was going to die and he said goodbye. He also knew it was the last time he would see her.
Life. Love. Lies.
Life's ending.
Love's BS.
Lies move the world.
I am becoming this cynical person I have always fought against.
He was perfect (for me) except for the parts that he was either hiding or lying about. The end.
Procreation. How attached to that notion are we?
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