why do we pretend to be ignorant at times?
blocking the truth.
shielding the fact that no one will be here forever.
that even if they survived the unthinkable.
plane crash.
bullet wound.
stroke.
they would, one day, maybe not today, but eventually be gone.
a memory.
a distant recollection.
of the past.
dead.
but what if i told you death was in fact good.
and not the evil thing you grew up thinking.
maybe just maybe death is a miracle instead of a tragedy.
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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. ...
