Death
Death and I were one since the day I was born
The older I get the more I think about the day I will die
How will it happen, when, where and will I see it coming
Thoughts in my head race against time
All I can do is wait till the day death comes knocking on my door greating him wiith a smile as he takes me away from this world
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