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I have this strange obsession with death lately... perhaps i'm just trying to understand it, or accept it. Death doesn't scare me at all. It just fascinates me. How can a person be there one moment...and then gone the next? The existence of the soul is most evident in the instance of death. Whatever made the person ...that person.... leaves, and all that is left is a shell. Its too bad we can't know what its like until it actually happens.

I swear I'm a good person.