i'll copy-paste something i've written somewhere else if you don't mind.
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my mate died when climbing in the mountains.
I was thinking about it and suddenly panicked. it's against my existencial believes, but I can't stop thinking about it this way and still find it dramatic:
he will not be mentioned in any historical book. or even bible, like it was sung.
i just wanted to leave it here, so you could think about all the people in your life who you'd miss because of their unique rareness and tell them about it right now.
i'm even glad he died this way. a little.
well, what am i even sayig.