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Post by atdestinysend on Dec 18, 2006 18:08:58 GMT -5
I sometimes fear death will come and sit next to me I won't recognize it not even its dark grin or smile
I sometimes fear death will touch me and I won't know it I won't even feel the cold or the loneliness or emptiness
I sometimes fear death will come into my room not a knock on the door my eyes will be closed and I won't have to worry about another tomorrow
I sometimes fear death will come to comfort me whisper to me and I won't hear it even in the quietest moments
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