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  • I still remember the day I thought about death for the first time. And understood it. I wasn't that old - maybe 8 or 9. "Some day I will die"...
    Everyone will. It became my fear in the following couple of years, which drove me to many outcries at night, nightmares, missing sleepovers etc.
    When we die: there's just black and cold and dead. Or; I once thought.
    Now, I find comfort in remembering that the human can never prove that everything stops after death. Besides the heart. I'm not religious and I don't believe in ghosts. But I just hope there is something. Whether it's a feeling or an actual new life - I don't care. I just hope there's something!
    Or just. Nothing. But that nothing has to be nothing at all! So I wont even realize, I've once was.
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