Feelings on why we die.
Smarter than you think
Hands together you ask why me
while others die across the see
feeling down you assign fault
take him with a grain of salt
if he was there you ask
I wouldn’t have this deadly task
why is there pain
why must i die
You ask in vain
why must there be a last breath
who would I truly be
with out death
imagin the chaos
the disarray
the rift
without this precious
gift
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