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Jan 2019
Realize
Realize that there is something called death
Death, meaning the end to all the insane madness of the world
Whether it’s a new beginning
Or the train’s last stop
Know that it happens all the time
It’s inevitable
Death roams around with no leash
But don’t fret too much
It’s not worth the pain of anxiety
Live a little
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