Why does death come so easy?
Is it like one minute here
One minute there
Or is it gradual
A journey through minds
Through destiny
Through truth
Is death always present?
Will it ever go away from us?
Or does it stay like a stone in the belly?
Will we forget we were better
Will we forget we were worse?
Or are we just empty?
A particle in one's thoughts
Why does death come so easy?
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Angelic Whispers in Hell
PoetryI hate when others share their thoughts to some stupid app. But I guess I'm breaking my own rules.
