Death.
It follows us around like a shadow, always there, we just don't always look for it. We go into nursing homes and hospitals feeling bad for the people because they are sick or dying, getting closer to death. But what we don't realize is the person sitting next to you on the bus, the school children you pass by on the street, and even the person sitting at home with you is closer to death than we think. Death waits for no man, woman, boy, or girl. Money doesn't persuade it. Fame means nothing. Love is a joke. Family and friendships aren't important. No matter who you are, what you do, who you know or what you have, death will eventually find you. But when it does, will you be ready?
End of Journal entry
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It's Not Suppose To Be Me
HorrorThis is different from an actual story. This is random journal entries from my mind that are not all true and maynot come from me but I'd like to share them. Thank you.
