Death.
Today they mourn for me, from the day without me and the words you couldn't get out to me, in god's hands i will be. For my good deeds will now lift me, of the days you'll spend without me in grief, though for me the cessation stands next with me, I shall wait here for you, in the blissful winds i shall be, for death will be a greeting you with a relief.
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I simply want to get a better outlook in the meaning of life itself, for it is amazing and the most unique form. I try to keep my head up and to come up with poems.
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