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Mar 8
When you think about it,
death is weird.
In a split second,
all activity halts.
All that you have done
and ever planned is frozen

Forever.

Those plans and dreams remain hidden
in your dark, cold brain and your supine body.
Everything about you comes to an end,
except in the minds
of those who hold memories of you,
which, with time, will innately be forgotten
and won't matter anymore.

You... Cease... To... Exist...

And life goes on for the living,
without you,
like nothing ever happened.
Michael Twum Appiah Adjei
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Michael Twum Appiah Adjei  M/Ghana
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