Mortality is merely a preview of the life of an Immortal, and in our heart of hearts, we never truly wish for it to happen to us. Life is painful as it is, with the years we have been given (or perhaps stolen). Is there anyone who has not suffered from loss? The departure of a beloved family member, a close friend, a cherished pet, an old memory or perhaps a valued object. We lose the connection to our mothers the very moment we enter into this world, crying, and as an Immortal, one would go through the pain of loss, over and over and over again, for all eternity.
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
