you will be buried and mourned by a few
and what more can you ask for?
the world will spiral from underneath you
and you are either too smart or too dumb
to find god
maybe you are angry
only because the way out is through love
and you are just horny and lonely
you have seen that before you lies a great stretch of road
and it is windswept
or blasted by the hot sun
or covered in snow
or concrete shrouded in darkness
or bright and clear
so that you have to squint
but no matter what
it feels utterly empty
but their are sons who have lost mothers
and mothers who have lost sons
so
you must live the best life that you can
Ø
ending words from Twelve

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