Death.

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Death,
            a grievance to hard to get over.
It all happens at some point.
We all die.
Face the facts,
                         we are just decaying bodies.
Just minds the fight for a way to survive,
                                                                         with no real way to survive.
You hope on a fantasy if you cannot see that death is around the corner waiting.
Lurking in the shadows of your darkness.
We all die.
It's just a matter of time.
Just close your eyes and let death take you.
Take you away from this mess of reality.
Death is only another way for us to fall away from truth.
We have all thought about what comes next,
                                                                                but what if it's nothing.
What if we are stuck in a loop.
We can't leave and we can't run.
All we can do is stand there and watch as everyone else goes.
While we stand in the shadows awaiting the next death.
Aiding in the help of what comes next.
We all die.
Sooner then later.
Later then sooner.
But we all die.
Death is only an outlet to something else.
What exactly?
                        We don't know.
Dying isn't the end,
                                  that's all I truly know.
That's all I can truly say.
We all die.
Death always comes.

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