Literature
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Twilight is my favorite time of day when dark turns into light, a new beggining. Waking to the sound of birds, I pull my curtains open and with two sleepy eyes, I gaze at reality, one which may soon cease to exist, and I wonder; if the world disappears, what happens to the life within it? Do we perish too? Or do we still exist, as trapped souls in an eternal present?
Indeed, our lives are precious, but which is more precious, us or them? Me or you? I used to ponder about such thoughts too