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Life & Death


Some say life is a constant, ever flowing

Though we rarely, if ever, know where it's going.

Others say only death is immortal

Or that it sends us somewhere through a portal.

If there is something better when we die,

Why, when it happens, do we cry?

And if, as it so happens, there is nothing,

Why treat life like it's worth something?

The answers are not just a philosophical view;

They shape your life, your death, your being too.

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