Death
There are so many bad things in this world and one of them is death its when you take your last breath and no one wants to die and you will start to cry when someone you love dies and I aint telling no lies water will gather in your eyes then it will poor down your face and leave a kind of trace and it goes at a slow pace and it is no race so do not take haste to cry when someone you love dies.
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