death.
you hear this word and one would instantly think of it negatively.
letting the mere echo of it bring sorrow and sadness to the soul.
painful memories, heartbreak and sadness all becoming consequences of the noun.
the word death didn't choose to be bad, we gave it that power.
i kind of feel bad for the word.
seeing as though we are all brought in to this world.
knowing.
understanding.
that this world comes to an end.
and that there is a thing such as
life
&
death.
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Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
