Quite frankly, the fact that I am eventually going to die terrifies me. Rather stupid fear, as I am but a teenager, but a fear nonetheless. Who knows, I might die of old age in 80 years, or get splattered across the road tomorrow by a car.
Just wondering what your inevitably flippant feelings on the subject are, as I've been contemplating it for a good bit now.
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It's not how many miles you go, it's how the miles go.