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It frightens me.
It scares me to think that being a certain way,
that feeling a certain way,
will send me to a place of torment.
Hell, for the rest of time.
It frightens me to believe that when we die,
nothing will be there for us.
We'll just be alone.
Floating in a void of darkness, emptiness.
It scares me to think that this is it.
That this life is all we have and that one day,
all we'll be is a faded memory,
or rotting corpses in the ground.
But, what terrifies me is to believe that we might come back as something new.
Because if this world we live in is hell now,
what the fuck kind of disaster are we going to come back to?