The line between life and death is more intwined than we realize. They occur everyday sometimes at the same time thousands arrive hundreds leave it is hard to control them its said its best to let the sleeping dogs lie but we humans who are so insignificant in this web of life try to do just that we cling to the belief that existing is enough that existing a second more is enough to leave a mark on this world that life is short, that the time here is all that matters heh if only they knew what i came to know. Life and death said to be polar opposites well lets agree to disagree.

  Mostly when people talk about life after death they are either ignored or laughed upon , sometimes i wish i was one of them; ignorant you know what they say ignorance is bliss. Let me tell you a story a story of a boy who had become the last hope for this cesspit of a world and how he became the last hope for this existence, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning to a time when he sorry I mean I was a recluse. With nothing to hold onto I did what all lonely people do best 'shut the world out'. My name is John Johnson and this is my story.

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