Death was never real, not until that moment in time. Death was never real until I was face to face with it, looking into its soul. Death was not something I understood, I mean really how can you expect a child to understand anyway? The first two times that happened I didn't understand. The last time, the last time it happened it broke my soul, shattered to a million pieces. It left a void that can never be filled, a heart that can never be healed, and a soul broken almost beyond repair. And yet, I wait for death to finally claim my soul, I long for it even. It's touch..... it's almost addicting, once you've met death there is no going back. Once you've met death and it's claimed a part of your soul, there's no escaping it. That's the cruel thing about death, it touches everyone, everything, if you've lived then you will die. Some of us have accepted that, others have not
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