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The day I die, I like to think will be one of freedom. In the words of fight club: losing all hope is freedom. Denial is hope, freedom from hope is death. Beauty is acceptance.
Submitted:Dec 20, 2008 Reads: 94 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
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