Death is a Form of Art
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The beautiful art of death is so intricate. From the day we are born to each minute we spend waiting for our inevitable end. Everyone knows they're going to die, but some can't come to accept it. Yes, we all die eventually. Most times, it comes so sudden that none of us are able to truly grasp this idea that we truly are mortal.
She suffered from cancer. It had already infiltrated her liver and heart. This cancer is not going to show mercy. No. It wanted her to live in pain till her very last day.
It murdered her with its dull knife, thus ending the horrid saga of the woman tied to death.
Though she died young, this doesn't mean she didn't live a life equal to a million others.
It's what she did with her life. That's what made her a beautiful person. And the things that happened after death that made her live on forever.
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