Off the wall
The eyes of truth see
until the blackness
of lies
comes into sight
Life is meant to be lived
and death is not
an option
but a fate to which we are reserved.
Work is not a chore
but a choice
chosen
once upon a time.
Love is not a fire
but a cold, refreshing
spring
running through our path.
Inevitability
is not inevitable.
Impossibility
is not impossible.
Death
is not absence of life.
You are not gone.
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