I was talking to death and he told me how everyone came to him for all the wrong reasons. They went for an escape from all the pain and suffering they called their life. Cause like the book said we are just all paper people living in paper towns. I almost bought paper lanterns for my room but then I paused and thought about the paper. How it would be paper light. Light is hope. Beginnings. Love. Happiness. I couldn't bring myself to realizing that the light is paper too....artificial....death isn't paper.. Cause we as humans are Perishable
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