If the end came tomorrow, would you go out in fear and anger? Would you you make a stand, a desperate attempt to survive in the face of certain death? Or would you accept the fact that your time has ended in this world, and run to meet your fate knowing that you lived for every moment? Maybe you would perish alone, hiding under your bed. Maybe you would go out shouting your secrets from the rooftop. Or maybe, you meet your end in the arms of another, smiles on your bloodied faces, looking into each others eyes, as our eyes are brightest just before the lights inside them go out.
"It's the end of the world as we know it,
and I feel fine."
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