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Death
It's a peculiar thing
Someone being there one moment, then the next gone
No light in their eyes no breath in their lungs
Life suddenly gone from their bodies
Till it's just a shell, no longer harboring a person
But how fast does life go, does it just blink out
As quickly as you turn off a light
Or does it seep slowly out
It's a peculiar thing
Someone being there one moment, then the next gone
No light in their eyes no breath in their lungs
Life suddenly gone from their bodies
Till it's just a shell, no longer harboring a person
But how fast does life go, does it just blink out
As quickly as you turn off a light
Or does it seep slowly out
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ok so this is probably going to be like the middle of a poem, not sure, also just a work in progress.
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