Death

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It doesn't give you a warning,
it doesn't give you a date.
It comes when it wants to,
and takes your life away.
Most people hate it,
fearing it too.
But they don't give a damn,
till something happens to them.

Does it feel lonely,
does it feel sad?
It takes you away to be with it,
surely you will be mad.
It makes you its company,
always by its side,
forever.

So do what you can,
live your life.
You better be prepared,
for when it comes,
it's too late,
time's up.
It'll knock on your door,
bring you out,
and you'll never come back.

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