The Circle of Life
Birth
We start smaller than a seed
We grow more and more with each passing millisecond
We outgrow our clothes, habits, and even friends
We get taller, wider, and smarter
But we eventually we stop
We may stop growing taller, but never older or wiser
Our hair turns grey
Our face wrinkles
Our skin begins to sag
We realize we are approaching the end
The end we thought we could forever avoid
The end that causes grief to our loved ones
The end no one can escape
DEATH
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