Death
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I feel like death is right at my corner it's like every time I turn around I feel dear at my foot. Loosing loves one I feel like they weren't ready for death but I'm thinking god why is all this happening.i feel like one day I'm going to die. And soon to be go to heaven I feel like my life is coming to a bs real soon that's why there death knocking aty door please someone help me get through this thing called death I lost brother and then lost someone who was so dear to me and it's called death to many people dying from this thing called death my name is Jon ad I'm not afraid of this thing called death so if you are to be ready and prepared because death is knocking at my front door
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