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Waiting To Die

We are all waiting to die and the way that we wait is the only thing that sets us apart. Most rather not mention or think about death so they live every day as if another one is automatically guaranteed. Filling days with temporary delight and self inquiries into small fleeting pleasures. Death doesn't amaze me but my prize for enduring this earth is what garners my attention. I sit anxiously in anticipation for what I have earned. I know death will come for me when it is ready. I respect death so I'm still here just waiting to die

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