Death is a
complicated piece of
existence.
In one way it
separates us from the
things we love most:
our friends,
our mothers,
our children,
our lost loves.
In another way it
brings us to a
place of ultimate peace and
relief.
We condemn it but we
need it.
We hate it but
must have it.
For life without a rest
is evil and
unbearable.
Life without a rest
is a killer.
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