DEATH
We live are lives in constent fear knowing that all we are in time will disappear .........We travel threw life on a wing and a prayer if we'er lucky enough we find someone to share.......Why is it from the beging to the end we think about Death over and over again like waiting for a long lost friend.......But let me let you know so you can understand you see he's always standing next to you and me ......So don't wait around for something that has already found us....You'll know when it's time to receive your ticket to the unknown bus..........
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