what does it feel like to die? What is it like...being in a position where a fraction of a second makes your life flash in front of you? How does it feel to let everything go?
To open to up the door, and be free. To have no fear when I speak, to have no guilt and have no one to answer to, that I wanna do. But all I want, is just a dream because the paradox is… while I'm being who I am, I'm not who I am.
Why should people be so afraid of hell when they die? we are in hell everyday....
its late, I know, I should go.
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