Reincarnation

Dead.

Only to be born again.

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is equivilant to seeing the 

Hospital lights hit your big, bright eyes. 

Living your full life and then dying to live your life better than your last. 

That's what I believe. 

I believe the cycle repeats 

again and again and again

Until we lived our lives to the fullest. 

But, we only have so many chances 

to keep living before we've lived so much and you're just...

Dead...

Never born again.

Just six feet under,

connected with the soil.

Remembered only in memories.

Until those memories fade away. 

Then you're just fully...

Forgotten.

 

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