Death is a Form of Art

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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Have you ever felt so broken that you couldn't pull yourself out of bed and continue to live your life like you used to. A simple task such as tying your shoes already seems like a huge burden on your account. Struggling with yourself because everything around you doesn't matter anymore. That's mainly because she broke my heart. Who knew love could turn a person around. Who knew love would hurt this bad. Who knew love can make you feel numb. A simple word yet it has an enormous impact in everyone's life. Everything happens for a reason, and I'm not blaming it all on her, though there are things you just wish you could take back and redo because of the feeling it gave you. And because of those traumatic event, I turned into a complete opposite of me. Well, that's until I met...her. You'd think that I've learned my lesson but she's different. I'm that cold-hearted until she drop down here on earth and save my miserable, sorry ass. A girl who doesn't know how to give up. A girl who's filled with happiness in a way that if you stare at her, there's this feeling you can't explain and it just lightens your mood. A girl who's friends with everyone because of her pure and innocent soul. A girl that can certainly light up a god d*mn world with her personality. ... And a girl who made me feel again. A girl who made me fall in love again. A girl who made me forget all the things that I've been through because she made my present more than just worth living, and my future to be worth looking forward to. And she made me fall in love with her harder than anyone did. Harder than anybody could. And I wouldn't mind to fall over and over again if at the end of the line, she's there to catch me.

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