Letters for Death

Death was human once and its feelings are always going to be raw. It cheers when needed. It cries at the injustice, at the giving ups. It laughs at people's success; at another day they gain for living. Death, once a human being, will be always watching.

When you succeed in escaping for death's gripping hands, you know things will do alright. Even death will be happy that you escaped.

When there's no one else and death is the only thing you can write to, you know there's a problem.

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