For a Friend

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By John Moore

Live in tumult. Let the waters of life consume your vessel. Sink. Sink as deep as you can and only come up when you know You’re dead. Do it again. Life is far too short to just live Life is nothing without death So be damaged Be beautiful Cry and laugh And scream Because that Is greatness, no godforsaken incomprehensibly enormous rock in the universe, no powerful leader of men nor any inspirational writer Can feel What you Feel. There is an eternity of calm seas ahead, might as well Go, Raise hell.

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