Such a bland thing to do
Simply your body just giving up
To think that everyday you could die
Your body slowly decomposes everyday
We live our life thinking of death
Some more than others
Some die taking in death as a friend
Others take him as savior
A meaning of escape
I’d like to think of death as a long sleep
A nice long nap
Something to look forward to
A night of finally having a good rest.



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