When Death Gave Life
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Death: The end that awaits us all; what is feared and hated most.
Life: The slice of time where all living beings suffer because of life's reality.
~A painful truth to a blissful lie.~
But does this mean that death is truly evil and life is unfair? Or are we simply looking at all the negative in exchange of focusing on the good, the happy, the important things that make life worth living? No matter how terrible it may seem to be alive, you never realize how much pain and hurt you leave to the one's that loved you, cared about you. Even if it never felt that way.
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