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Love, trees, rocks, steel, plastic, human beings. None of us get out alive. You can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time or you can be grateful that when your body rubs against somebody else's it explodes with enough pleasure to make you forget even for a minute that you're only a walking pile of ashes.
Now that's the truth.
If you strong it will make you free, if you weak it will make you... you.