I do not fret
I do not cry
For when it comes
I shall die.
Yet, I do not fear
What may be
Because when it comes
I will see.
The Reaper is a friend,
The Reaper is a foe,
People will cry,
But they will never truly know.
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Poems UwU
PoetryI once tried to enter into a contest but it was a kid's contest and my poems were to depressing :/
