Death

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Poem

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Frail heart,
weak bones,
they fail,
and souls sail to the afterlife
six feet deep is quite something.
these years were wrought for decay,
back to dust as you once were

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A/N: Thanks for reading.

I attended my grandma's burial this weekend and learnt that we don't have forever.

Make the most of your own positively while you still can.

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