Death is coming for you
Fear it if you know what's best
And death is coming for you
It loathes your every breath
It lurks behind every move you make
It hides in every risk you take
Death is coming for you
And you know you can't avoid it
So you do all you can
And you
RUN
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
