Death Isn't Personal
Life isn't personal, it's a journey we all walk,
Stand strong, stand tall, face whatever lies ahead.
Make a difference, leave your mark upon the earth,
For when oblivion comes, what's left is our worth.
No one is ready for the final curtain,
No one is perfect, imperfection is for all.
Yet in our flaws, we find we are human,
Guiding us through darkness, into the light.
So let us embrace the chaos, the joy, the pain,
Knowing that in this life, nothing is in vain.
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