Billions of hard, bright stars shone with relentless glitter across the tropic night sky.

It's not over when you lose
It's over when you quit

All these girls swooning over hunky vampires, what they really want is to give away their freedom, to be controlled and told what to do and not have to think -- and never die, of course. It's sick is what it is. I don't want to be a forever-young living corpse.

If we hope for what we are not likely to possess, we act and think in vain, and make life a greater dream and shadow than it really is.

Written By Joseph Addison

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