The warmth of everlasting sleep claimed his soul. The silence is total. He was grateful, for at last there was a glimpse of company. The dark and silent reaper is a great companion. Passionless. Not a footstep, not a breath.
First I learned there are other loners out there. Then I learned there are people out there who care. People who actually seem to be concerned about you. And all the time I had assumed a sort of worthlessness which now seems to be, well, rather disproportionate. Sure, I knew there are nice people in this world. I never knew there were great people. Ok, I am not talking about GREAT people, you know. I am talking about the ordinary people with the spark of greatness in them. What can be greater than caring about a fellow human being whom you don't even know.
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