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Jan 2018
Death...
It is the one certainty in life.
As soon as your born it lurks in the shadows.
It has no conscious so its emotionally shallow.
Whether young or old it will undesirably come one day.
To take loved ones, friends and strangers away.
It promises for sickness or health, for better or worse.
Its mankind's only unescapable curse.
Whether rich or poor theres no negotiating.
Its coming for you, without any debating.
It encompasses us all, has us waiting in fear.
Because you never know the day or time it will be here.
For many they never see it coming.
Others see it, because theres no need for running.
Older than us all but has no end to itself.
Possibly lurking at your door depending on the cards you're dealt.
One second you're feeling fine, enjoying life with no worries, symptoms or shortness of breath.
Then unexpectedly you get a tap at your shoulder, turn around, and its death.
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richard  31/M/virginia
(31/M/virginia)   
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