Walking down Cemetery Lane

Walking down Cemetery Lane

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Walking down the cemetery lane you feel no pain There are no regrets because you are dead. Walking amongst the many who have left behind, everything that once mattered to them....life seems so trivial... There is hope though, there is peace. There is the promise of a better future; although many don't believe. WALKING DOWN THE CEMETERY LANE - I CAN FIND MYSELF. Away from all the BUSY, NOISY, CITY LIGHTS and CARS and VOICES. I find my own tune, tomb. I stand before it and I see myself transported into two dimensions. I realise I'm no longer dead but I'm no longer alive either. Walking down the cemetery lane I find my freedom. Away from all human capacity and bodily odours, TOUCH. I feel free. I can walk I can see... I can breathe...I can hear I can be who I want to be... Down the cemetery lane...
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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