Facing death
I face death with a smile
I look him in the sockets that's filled with empty hope
I tell him with confidence
Take me because I fear not you or death
But I fear love
Love is more cruel than death is
Only because it's a feeling you won't forget
Death is gentle and is taken when needed
So I do not fear you
I fear the fakeniss of love
So you may have another soul
But I'm gaining a friend
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