DEATH
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Complete Fri, Jul 26, 2024<5 mins
"I joyfully await the exit - and I hope never to return"
"If a man has not discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live"
"Dying is the most pure form of Beauty."
There is a beauty in death -- the beauty of finality, the beauty of completion. For nothing is truly complete until the day it is at last destroyed.
Just my thoughts and feelings on "death" in the form of a small poem.
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