Death

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Hi, people call me death.
I walk with people when their time has end.
Whenever I touch something alive it surely dies.
 I wish I can touch something and for it not to die.

 People hate me and some are afraid of me.
Oh, please, please don't be.
 I'm here to walk with you when you pass.
 And I will lead you to your path.

 Don't hate me for walking your loved one to the afterlife.
 Because what if they have to walk alone to search for the light?
Don't fear me for I will guide you and not devour you.
 Others don't believe I'm real and true.

 I walk with the souls of criminals and innocent ones.
I walk with elders, children, and adults, and I carry the infants.
I walk with the souls of your pets and stray animals.
I walk with them, from the kingdom and the never-ending sand.

 I cannot cry for the droplets of my tears will kill someone.
 And I wear my hood that hides my bones and skull.
I listen to the people as we walk.
 And I learn lessons from each people I talk. 

Regrets, guilt, and happiness.
 Those are the feelings they felt.
 The lessons I learned from them are remarkable.
And the souls I meet are unforgettable.

 They were all nice and great.
 Even though criminals are not the best.
 I want to tell the living about my adventures and tales.
 But every time I would think about it, I realize I would fail.

 As I said humans are afraid of me and fear me.
 They can't truly accept me for my job and who I'm meant to be.
 This little girl that I met shows no fear but fascination.
 She said, your not terrifying, and you are accepted by my imagination.

 Now that I met you can you shake my hand?
 I asked her, Are you willing to walk with me to a never-ending sand?
 She nod her head and smiled.
 I told her, you're young and you can reach a thousand miles in life.

 I left and I felt worried for the little girl.
 Such a young girl is willing to shake my hand.
 Does she want to die young and walk with me to a never-ending sand?
 She must have lived a horrible life.

 And she is having trouble seeking light.
 I never saw the little girl again.
 But to think about how a young girl wants to die makes me feel pain.

 Live your life the way you want it to be.
 And one day you will be happy with what you will see.

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