«dying»

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Dying was never an issue to me,
death was simply a neighbour always lurking around me,
I knew he'd try knocking on my door someday,
I never was scared of it, to me dying was just the inevitable,
death kept taking the people I love away, taking me piece by piece,
I was ready for it to someday swallow me whole,
and maybe that's okay
because we're all made up of the same decaying matter as everything else,
I'm not saying I want to die,
I'm just saying I never really cared about living,
that was until I met you.

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