Death? who thinks? who really knows? I can feel the strong life draining from my feard head I can picture life from cycles of happiness but illness instead? Why does one tremble at the sounds of death? Is it because others are scared of the abscence of breath? I thought, I think there for I am "alive". Until my hands fall, my face drops and my frame slumbers. I must find the abscence of the sound of death's drummers. Have a life, make a friend, live for the now? Now is nothing, why cant some see? All life is good for is to remain free.
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