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Death is not fair. It does not care or breath. It does not take what bleeds leaving seeds to spring into a lighter view of the heavenly some days. It discriminates against the poor taking them more other day it plays with the wealthy. It does not balance or think grow or shrink. It is not a tangible being or a solid thing. It will not make a deal no matter how deep you feel. It is not your enemy or friend. It is simply the end.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
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Death is not fair. It does not care or breath. It does not take what bleeds leaving seeds to spring into a lighter view of the heavenly some days. It discriminates against the poor taking them more other day it plays with the wealthy. It does not balance or think grow or shrink. It is not a tangible being or a solid thing. It will not make a deal no matter how deep you feel. It is not your enemy or friend. It is simply the end.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
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