Why don't we make death our closest fucking companion, so that we can finally have a second, a millisecond to appreciate that little bit of time that we have left. And most important of all, let us live well, so that we may fucking die well, because we've never been so close to death than this very moment.
In the face of death, how absurd things can become reasonable.
What is the meaning of chapters?
Everyone has a death, why should we live so humble, it is better to be brave and be yourself?
When death is imminent, nothing, family, friends, career is left, and I am the only one left in this world, and I am alone to meet death.
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