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Walking with death, Is alot like taking your last breath. It's painfull, But at the same time peacefull. It's calm but upsetting, Like you don't know where your heading. Like a cold winter breeze, Making you freeze. Life seems so easy, Some might even call it cheezy. But they don't know, How it feels to take the blow. Keeping them safe in the dark, It's like putting on a sark. Your hiding something from the world, To keep them from getting worried. | ||||||||||||||
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