He is here, now. Sitting on a hill (well, floating, held by the light of his soul), surrounded by fog.
Why is he here? What caused it?
He died, making a sacrifice. Was it the right thing? What would make it right...
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death may be the only absolute freedom
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death may be the only absolute freedom
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He is here, now. Sitting on a hill (well, floating, held by the light of his soul), surrounded by fog. |
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death may be the only absolute freedom
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He is here, now. Sitting on a hill (well, floating, held by the light of his soul), surrounded by fog. |
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death may be the only absolute freedom
made-of-breath
He is here, now. Sitting on a hill (well, floating, held by the light of his soul), surrounded by fog. |
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death may be the only absolute freedom
Weird people behaving weirdly
made-of-breath
He is here, now. Sitting on a hill (well, floating, held by the light of his soul), surrounded by fog. |
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death may be the only absolute freedom
Weird people behaving weirdly
made-of-breath
He is here, now. Sitting on a hill (well, floating, held by the light of his soul), surrounded by fog. |
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