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Death is coming
Somebody famous once said
That people aren’t afraid of being dead
They’re afraid of being forgotten
Whilst their bodies decompose smelling rotten
That is a lie
I know because I spy
People are afraid of the unknown
Afraid of what they haven’t been shown
No one knows what happens for sure
Just know when you die their is no door
Like when you’re asleep for hours witho...
Tuesday 3rd November 2020 1:35 am
A message to God and my Nan
You left nothing but your last breath that I cherish and hold dear
But tell me how I’m supposed to breathe when you’re not here
I’m constantly living in fear
The person who loved me the most just gone
But I can still hear her calling
I still hear her song
Everybody says life is too short but I think it’s too long
I don’t know if I’m going to see her again though I need her n...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 5:31 pm
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