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I love motion too much to greet death.
The hips moving of a beautiful woman, the passing of a bus during the breaking of morning, calling up a friend that I haven't seen for a long time and making plans to hang out, making myself lunch and enjoying the shit out of it...
Perhaps I haven't lived a full life to the extent where I would want nothing. Perhaps my flesh is too young. However not everyone who has ever died had died when it was called for. The young deaths, they deserved more of it.
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