Usually
The clock usually woke me up every morning.
But Today Death woke me.
Breakfasts were usually always so boring.
But today Death ate with me.
I usually am sick and tired of always being sad.
But Today Death made me happy.
I usually sit down, never move, and become so very mad.
But today Death told me there was somewhere I had to be.
I began to fix myself in the mirror.
While Death fixed my hair.
I touched my reflection and said, “There is nothing I should fear.”
Death and I closed our eyes, and began to breathe the air.
I opened my eyes to see my life bit from bit.
Death stood and waited by the door.
I wondered what was on the other side of it.
Death opened the door, and I saw there was something more.
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