Death

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Death may seem very wary,

And maybe a bit scary.

But, don't you worry, 

Because death will be somewhat blurry.

Whenever I may take my last breath,

Please don't grieve over my death.

I'm not exactly scared to die, 

But, the thought of dying makes me cry.

I am scared to leave everyone i love; alone,

Everyone that I have known.

I sometimes wonder to myself,

Will anyone be sad?

Or will they be glad? 

Death, is a promise.

Death, is an agreement.

And with death there is no coming back.


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