Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
You’re on your own, in a world you’ve grown
Few more years to go,
Don’t let the hurdle fall
So be the girl you loved,
B e t h e g i r l y o u l o v e d .
What is every living person afraid of? Death. The Big Sleep. Deep down, fearing the reaper is the reason why everyone’s so messed up in the head. (season one)
