Death
It's cold
And painless.
It's dark
And quiet.
No more hate
No more resent
A place
Where it can all be forgotten.
Maybe even where happiness can come alive.
Death
Where darkness can find a light.
Where coldness can find a warmth.
Where the dead can come alive.
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