All My rage
“Ill survive this. Ill live. But theres a hole in me, never to be filled. Maybe thats why people die of old age. Maybe we could live forever if we didnt love so completely. But we do. And by the time old age comes, were filled with holes, so many that its too hard to breathe. So many that our insides arent even ours anymore. Were just one big empty space, waiting to be filled by the darkness. Waiting to be free.”
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