We go about our daily lives with death a random thought. oh sure, sometimes we ponder it but mostly we do not. Until the day we’re shaken by its knocking at our door and rudely we’re awakened denial can be no more. Shock turns into anger then hope to make a deal sadness and depression finally take the wheel. Oh sleep, my child be still now no need of labored breath. Come to me sweet angel Into the arms of death.
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