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For me it's being on my death bed, hooked up to machines and looking back on my life.
all the weaknesses I nurtured, the opportunities I let pass, the people I let suffer. How I chose to be apathetic to my fellow man and his tribulations, and how i devoted my gift of love and passion to my material and mortal desires
Sitting there, alone, in my broken body, reminded of how my existence will fade into the sands of times, and how the last time my name will echo is when my pine box is lowered into the ground
The real hell, the prison, is what we build for ourselves
That's what keeps me up at night
