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I Dread the Time

The older I get the more I start to see. And I began to feel that death is near. And it's getting closer and closer. Every time I wake up its in fear. I am only thirty-three years old. And I have already lost plenty. From family members to friends. Every day I see the names of many. I can't seem to get this off my mind. I am making myself become scared. Scared to live a normal safe life. Just because I've lost people I cared. For, It's coming way to dang fast. I'm not ready to leave to place. Nor am I ready for my family to leave. I dread those tears to run on my face. This has to be my big fear so far. How does one prepare for that day. All I know is death is going to happen. I am now lost on what else to say....!!

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Date: 2/9/2019 11:18:00 AM
Justin, I had the exact opposite reaction to death. When I was twenty-seven, one of the most assertive, out-spoken women I knew personally was murdered. I thought "If they could murder her, they could murder me, and I might never be the happiest or best I could be because I am not."Her murder re-vitalized my life. I decided to live for us both. This poem instantly reminded me that I am glad I had my reaction.
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