That life and death are riddled in every choice we make.
That sometimes we need to choose between resigning ourselves to death by a thousand paper cuts or death beneath a single scalpel.
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That life and death are riddled in every choice we make.
That sometimes we need to choose between resigning ourselves to death by a thousand paper cuts or death beneath a single scalpel.
Imagine if we had enough room for love; if we could meet each other with the same patience we took to love our mothers, our children, our closest friends, our lovers. Imagine a world like that.
