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Erm.. It's kinda a weird poem I thought up one day. Just read it.
I'm still here don't stop believing yet.
Your in the right place.
Have questions? Take a number cause so do I.
Are we in heaven? Or hell? The underworld?
I wish I could answer that.
I think it's our own boring dimension.
Were stuck here until our souls don't like the body there in anymore;
'cause they shut down or other reasons.
Then people wonder what happens next.
Are we ghosts? Or demons? Or Vampires, or what??
Let me tell you one thing.
We all come back one way or another whether we know it or not.
I don't really like this place, but who does?
We need to keep the world heathly and in good shape beofre we can't return.
We come back somewhere on this earth just like a weed.
So don't think it's over yet.
Because well, we have no end.
So opinions, i think it's kinda weird, but I wrote it so yea.