Death
death comes and goes
but we never appreciate it
but there comes a time in life
when you appreciate all things
even death
some times you
even feel like dying
but yet
you don't want life
to part.
you don't yet
want to speak those last words of "i love you"
you want to have breath inside you
to let out a comfortable sigh every
once in a while
but on the days you feel like dying,
you feel like there's nothing worth living for,
those are the days you
soon regret.
but death comes and
it goes.
in and out of life.
life and death are intertwined
each destiny has a beginning and an
end.
the end is called
death.
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