Choices that we make seem somtimes like mistakes
yet the one thing we forget is that the choices are in are head
they shape us and make us to be who we are
but in the end they matter very little
are choices just lead to are death and that is why the only real choice we have
is cremation or burial

by Selwot Rylet

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