Death is Inevitable (ONE SHOT)
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DEATH
It is something as ordinary as breathing.
Something we cannot stop because it is bound to happen.
To all of us.
As we commonly read: Death comes without a warning.
Death comes like a thief in the night.
When it does, regrets will remain regrets if words were left unsaid.
Scars will forever stay, and memories will never fade away.
This story is inspired by death itself.
Death is indeed inevitable.
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