Why is death feared?
Why is life praised?
Why do we judge the dead over the living?
What if death is sweeter?
And why do we love such a bitter world?
The fear of the unknown,
The preferred regret over the simple risk.
Well I risk, because then I regret the lesser
Death and life, together as equals
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Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
