You think that you know me.

"Let me out, what you see is not the same person as me.
My life's a lie, I'm not who you're looking at.
Let me out, set me free, I'm really old.
This isn't me.
My real body's slowly dying in a vat.
Is anybody listening, can anyone understand?
Stop looking at me like that and actually help me.
Help me, help me I'm gonna die.
Tiny Rick."

— Tiny Rick's song 'Let Me Out', Rick and Morty: Big Trouble in Little Sanchez.

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Death is a thought that would always co-exist with every desire to live.
While it never seems to go away, it can be assumed that the alternative is to shift the focus onto better things in life to look forward to before ultimately having to face the notion of death when it comes to the time where it is mandatory.

Death is not optional, but life is voluntary.
Oscillating between the thoughts of life and death can be skewed towards a selected side. It simply is a choice to be saved, and it additionally enforces the determination to create a difference in another person's life. That may potentially intensify the meaning of life. Nonetheless, it does not insulate the anticipation of a dying life.




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"Oh Darling," she whispered in his ear as he pulled her in closer after lifting his arm to give her a quick twirl. He loved the way her dress swiveled as she spun on the spot like a little girl blushing. The lights in the room dimmed a little, and the small candles lit on each dining table in restaurant enhanced the romantic aura.

"Please believe me," she muttered softly as she gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. The slow dancing was accompanied by a faint familiar tune in the background. A sweeping nostalgia flooded the room as other couples got up to join in the waltzing.

"I'll never do you no harm," she mumbled in distraction as she felt his hands clasp onto hers. The surrounding pairs of sweethearts seemed to follow suit. She continued humming to the tune of the song as he intertwined his fingers with hers and lightly placed his other hand onto her waist.

All she felt was nothing but safe in his arms. This time it wasn't the dry ice by the sides of the room that was causing everything to be fog up. She began to tear up as she stared into his eyes and knew that this was the man who didn't intend to leave her. For sure, this time, the man in front of her was ready for her to challenge him every single day and push him on in life. She was his motivation, and more importantly, she was his everything.


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It is amazing how a human being could hold so many similarities with another. The fascinating fact that the compatibility between significant others can encourage a foundation of a dual-powered empire as separate individuals does exist. Not to mention, nurturing a rose garden together in the castle during the expansion of the kingdom could yield high rewards of bliss.

Unbelievable and almost delusional, the illusion of love has been overtaken by incredible passion between two human beings that are so naturally  well-connected with adjoined abilities that it could build up a wonderland of supremacy. In this fantasy between the two, anything is possible, everything is achievable, and  nothing else matters.

The glass of whisky is half full, but it goes down the throat in a few seconds and becomes empty so quickly; yet the fact that the bloodstream is full of intoxication—and also the one who ensures a safe return home with an additional perk of a cuddle—is easily neglected.


No more playing with em dashes and en dashes.
Come, take a walk with me.


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"I may know myself, but I realize I can't be let astray."

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M.

 Things look different in the morning.
That's when we find out who we are.
Would you still hold me?