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Death is the end of all journeys
some are long others short without death we wouldn't live We'd be boring and never take risks It is restful Not having to worry about this life's problems It is nerveracking Not knowing what is to come in the next life You'll plea to death say i'm too young or this isn't fair but death won't care All it will do is feed on you
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