A Call Forced To Answer
Nothing is as secretif as it.
Nothing is as surprising as it.
Nothing scares like it.
Nothing hurts like it.
It comes like unexpected guests.
When its time it is due y'all not gonna accept, admit or believe it is here but eventually you will make peace with the fact.
You will get used to the fact that the caller uses private number.
Their days came. Mine will come and so is yours.
It is a queue and in it it's me and you.
Scared or not.
Like it or not.
Love it or hate it we are all going to answer that call.
The compulsory choice.
Let me turn my thoughts into voice. As we are still breathing we should remember one thing being that there are only two main reasons we are/were born which is to live and die.
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