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Sep 2015
Death.
No matter how sudden,
Nor how drawn out,
It releases the same emotion: pain.
Death is a funny thing really.
No one ever wakes up in the morning
And says to themselves
"Today is the day I take my last breath".
It just doesn't happen like that.
Death lurks behind the eyes,
hearts,
minds,
and souls of hundreds.
Even at this very second.
It's waiting to attack.
To destruct.
To haunt.
Death has no preference to age,
gender,
race,
religion,
or social status.
It takes whom it sees fit,
without a second thought.
Without consideration.
Death isn't fair,
But life isn't either.
Written 09.22.15
In memory of Roland, Mendy, Harley, and Sophie
Em
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Em  Lost Vegas, Nevada
(Lost Vegas, Nevada)   
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