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Death

by fir-m

We’re raised to believe that finishing is what gives life value, This constant need to arrive, the need to complete, When death comes and leaves things undone anyway. Death creates a spectacle of finitude, how impromptu it can be. But there is no such thing as an untimely death- It simply happens, just the way it does. And LIFE, life does not just disappear after. It redistributes to everyone left behind, Into how they think, how they choose, love, and question. Death is just death- The most natural, human truth there is. But no, it does not erase effort; it only exposes the lie That completion was ever the point. — fir.m
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Jan 8
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