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2003-24-08, 4:17 p.m.

If we make our own reality, we make our own death. Therefore, everything exists, even god, but only to the people who believe in it. Therefore, when I die I will be happy watching people while roaming the earth, and waiting to see if I should live again. No god for me... just myself.

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