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i am a Goddess who is not a good, for i wish not for immortality but for the End.

living loudly

This may be one of the least morbid things that I have ever said. I’m quite proud of that, actually. It’s just hit me that we are getting old. We’re getting old, our limbs are growing weaker, our hair grows lighter as each day passes, and our faces gain wrinkles. Life lines our limbs. The