all my favorite books are apocalyptic, my best dream is love in an apocalypse basically, my favorite poem goes so this is how it ends, so this is how it ends, not with a bang but a whimper. I love life, and everything about it, why do i think about and in some deep down part of me, want it to happen so that i can see how it all ends. why am i so focused on the end of everything?
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