I open doors as life goes by
Expecting one will show me the light
And still, I remain in the dark
I’m not the person I was supposed to be
When you left, you stole the life right out of me
You made me promise to never leave
When things got hard, you were the one to flea
Betraying me to help yourself
Do you ever really love someone if you won’t even fight for them ...
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis7 days ago in Humans
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Wow this is so amazing job
Hey Patrick Nice stories but have you wonder why you are still getting the low views
I'm so sorry this happened! I hope you'll get over it soon!