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death
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Dallas
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It's probably better than drinking old, dirty oil.
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ang
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it happens
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Caine
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hasn't stopped Isaac Asimov.
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kirstin
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It is not the end, oh no it isn't. It is only the beginning.
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monty python
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for life is quite absurd, and death's the final word. you must always face the curtain with a bow. forget about your sin, give the audience a grin. enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow.
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jordan
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the only true peace a person can have nobody can bother you or hurt you or cause you any kind of pain, it is the only way to leave reality forever....eternal peace
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Joana
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Is violently decided by those who kill others... by those who think they have the power to end someone else's life... by those who should be murdered themselves.
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Drennan
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Prometheus stole the fire from God’s kitchen and as punishment he gave us Death, a cruel, uncaring, unstoppable limit on our own mortality so that no one may live long enough to find the answer to the ultimate answer to the most fundamental question, “WHY?” But what does that question mean, if we work out the question then the answer should be easy.
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Drennan
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"I refuse to accept this as my destiny. To die before my fragile flame of life has had a chance to burn its mark in the ledgers of history. I do not want to die" (anonymous quote)
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Drennan
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At six past eight on a tuesday night, 70 dead, 100 missing presumed dead. The Paddington rail disaster, October 5th, 1999, "let us never forget the forgotten ones"
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991007
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jennifer
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Mommy don't cry. I did it. I know you weren't even expecting it, but I did it none-the-less. You don't even know what I'm talking about, do you? I came out. I told them the truth. I'm done lying. I'M GAY! I am gay. I'm not a faggot, a queer, a homo, a bender, a fudge packer. I'm only 'gay'. There's nothing wrong with me. I can't be cured by therapy. You did nothing wrong. I love you! I expect the same unconditional love that I show you. What's wrong? Don't cry. Mom...what's wrong? Dad, please? I didn't mean to hurt or disappoint you. Forgive me!?! I'm only making my life better for me. I can't live for you. I have to live my own life for myself. I can't live a lie anymore! We'll do this slowly. Just be proud. I figured this out young. Most don't figure it out until it's too late to live. Of course I'm safe. I'm always careful about that. I won't get it. I'm precautious. Mom, please quit crying. I'm still your little boy, I've just done some growing up. Mommy...? NO! I didn't do this to embarrass you! I would never intentionally hurt you. I have to live with it, not you. It's not a choice. Don't make me leave. I want to stay. You're scared for my safety? How thoughtful. Mom, Dad, meet Jarrod. He's my 'friend'. Dad, calm down, be nice, it's Christmas. Mom, Dad, I have some bad news. Those spots on my face? Dad listen... Jarrod died. I got it. Yes I do. This is real! I was careful. I don't know how it happened. Mommy, don't cry.
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Zero
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I look at myself and hang my head, Wondering why I exist in this world of pain, To love? Can someone tell me why I have ever tried to share, Thinking of all the wonder turned to dripping Tendrils of despair. I go through life, alone, forlorn Looking at you, off in the distance In so different a place Than the one we once shared And I know, that I am lost. I know I will never feel again; That I am dead inside, Trapped forever in a cold dark place, Wanting, still wanting, to see The smallest sign on your pretty face, That God, and hope, and love Are not dead; and love, though battered May one day raise it's weary head. If, for a moment I could have sent, Just the smallest bit of love - Peace, joy, and contentment. I think right now my heart would die, Though happy to go before I learned the lie That always seems to show at last Or at least it has, in loves gone past
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ivy
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"so i bet you're wondering if that's how she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all? oh, no. i'm not ready for that final disappointment" "is that all there is? 'cause if that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing let's break out the booze and have a ball, if that's all there is" peggy lee
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ivy
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couldn't be worse than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. or maybe it could.
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sohtem (the anti-ROG)
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"Do you want your tombstone to read 'he lived for centuries' or 'for centuries he has been alive?!'" You don't seem to understand. I don't *want* a tombstone.
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flygirl
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kind of like sleep, but not as good.
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jennifer
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I can remember my happy things laying in your loving arms watching cartoons smelling you the sweet smell of real and being so content to just stay and the sound of your heart as it lulled in my ear the touch of your hand unknowingly on my back and no one had to know just how peaceful we were we were but I had to change and blame you for it and throw you away I was so afraid of being lost afraid of being hated afraid of being alone afraid of rejection so I rejected you I beat you to the punchline of a joke you never intended on telling because in my mind that was the only way I wouldn't get hurt but now we both grieve deeply and inside I scream with a heat so intense it incinerates any rational thought my hatred for you seethes it oozes like a wound too deep to cure and I don't know if this hatred is real or if it's my heart's defense a way of keeping you far enough away so I don't hurt you again so I don't hurt me I crave that relationship we had but I don't know if I can take it my thoughts so clouded with my own problems so I wait out the storm hoping it will pass soon and the air will clear only then can I see you clearly enough to gauge my love for you
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marjorie
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death was where we met and you brought me life in between my shallow silhouette with the coating of your voice i heard something and it made me turn into who i am now. catalyst.
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meli
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A long dream in a cold room. Death turns people into glue, saints, stink-juice and young plants. It also inspires really long poetry.
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mareberry
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i'm watching you from across the room, wondering how you ever became so beautiful, so incredible. and you're so far away. and i can't touch you. all i want is to hold you, to kiss you. but you keep pushing me away, keep killing my soul. i could go on like this, sobbing each night and crying out to you each day. what's the point? you can't hear me. i'm already dead. i've already lost my grip and slipped into a world where nothing feels real. nothing is real. nothing is worth living for. why do i let you hurt me like this? why don't i have the answers i so desperately seek? i don't think i ever will. so i'll just step back, see you with her and realize there's nothing for me anymore. you can't be mine. i can't be me. i can never go back.
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gaudior
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shadowy wall of impenetrable iron... iron rusts, falls apart. what then?
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000112
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hahaha
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dude with a sick sense of humour, scythe, black cloak, pale skin-you know the one.
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000114
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fucked
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The thing that scares me about death is not dying, but life after death. I don't want to exist for ever. Wouldn't paradise get boring after an eternity? There's only so much one can do to keep ones self occupied. What would we do? Sit for several billion years? I hope not. All i want is peace. I'm tired. I don't need to live in happiness for all eternity. I'm too tired to live for ever. Just peace. Just peace.
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Verdulum
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I found out this morning.. in the car.. on my way to school.. a friend of mine was stabbed to death. I don't know the specifics, except that he's dead.
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spamboy
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let the worms feast upon my flesh and eat me alive. Leave no trace or evidence that i might be revived. my stalker rapes me a million times every way. chopped up my body so that i could feed him through out the day.
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MollyGoLightly
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It is ugly. It is scary. I can't be the Ricky Fitz with a drug-money camera, breathing heavy over a dead bird. Too ugly. Stop romanticizing it, for god's sakes.
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girl
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sometimes it scares me. it is so much bigger than i am. sometimes the thought of it bothers me because it sounds so boring. when youre dead u just lie there and rot. sometimes i feel ready for it because i would love to sleep forever and not have anything to worry about.
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girl
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right now, it scares me.
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magic mushroom
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Took 8 yolks at the weekend
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000327
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lufwalnu
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and how many eyes?
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000327
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souljah
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Is ther a division between life and death? Why do we regad death as somthing apart from life? Why are we afraid of death? Why is there this boundary line between the life and death? and is that separation real, or merley arbitrary, a thing of the mind.
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souljah
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As you teach your children mathematics, writing, reading, and all the busniss of aquiring knowledge, they should also be thought the great dignity of death, not as a morbid, unhappy thing that one has to face eventually, but as somthing of daily life. Children have extraordinary curiosity. If you see the nature of death, you don't explain that everthing dies, dust to dust, and so on, but without any fear you explain it to them gently and make them feel that the living and the dying are one.
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awake
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It's not death that hurts, it's the fear of dying that does.
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somebody
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exists without existing, the last enemy, to die itself one day the absence of life to cease to be any longer
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Free
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Death is Lifes grand finally, Every bit as important as birth. The end of all that you know, the ending of time, an adventure into the great unknown.
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fucked
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Life IS Death.
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simon
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death cannot be self-extinction. for a sentence only has meaning if there is some experience associated with it. e.g. "the cat sat on the mat" only has meaning because of the visual and tactile sense-data that would be associated with it if it were true. but self-extinction cannot have any experience associated with it -- it is the absence of any experience. hence, it is meaningless. anyone who says to you "when you die, you cease to exist" isn't saying anything meaningful at all. they might as well be talking of square circles. so there is absolutely nothing to worry about. we will live forever, and we can logically prove that!
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josie
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I know what I've seen and I know what I don't want to be when I grow up. I'm going to live my life so when I die I am smiling and everyone around me is crying.
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000628
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For sure!
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you gotta die, and believe me, you will.
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Tank
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so my mother called me at 8am this morning to tell me my grandmother had died in her sleep last night. i said well that's cool, |