A beautiful light passed his face. I have done all I can. I hope to look back upon my life and say I was a man.

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A beautiful light passed his face. I have done all I can. I hope to look back upon my life and say I was a man.

His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.

This life no doubt - it was a worthy one.

Death itself, is depths of unfathomable water. Things submerged, shut forever in eternal frost. Life's end is a sleep alienated so complete in black.

You have heart and nerves, Why conceal them? Pride lies with a sweet smile on her face; Her life closed to the end in this abyss.

You fell in love hit on the skull. Pay attention to it no more - You're too young. Get other interests in life!

Every detail, every moment it's all this! To explain why I know God exists.

Something stirred her heart, fluttering hope swelled to greater echos winding them together weaving her happy influence among them.

In vapid listlessness eyes closed, but not rested. It was a state of dilapidation - at least, of detached interest within me. I had been flooding in the unhappy.

I suppose you have ideas about an afterlife and heaven. Throw off our best hint, it's crude by comparison.
