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Dear Death


We all know you are inevitable,  

You turn most of us into a vegetable 

You take our loved ones away, 

But you removing their pain is so cliché.  

So, tell me death 

Do you enjoy watching people take their last breath? 

You stole my number one fan, 

Selfish, you had to shorten his lifespan. 

I lost my grandpa, 

And you gained a point for Grim's law. 

 

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