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Sep 2019
Death takes the beautiful ones

The ones with the purest souls

The ones who aren’t quite done living

The ones who didn’t deserve it

Death takes without remorse

Death doesn’t leave a note

An explanation

He takes

And never gives

Death has taken from me

Many times

This time

It’s too many

Too many gone

In a short time period

She was so young

So excited for the future

And now...

She’s gone.

Death took her like he took the rest

Suddenly and without warning

And her...

She’s ready to give up the fight

To let death win

Let him win the race of life

The race that not only leaves you breathless

But with a tight feeling in your chest

One that never leaves.

Death inevitably wins

As this is one race, that humans have no chance in winning.
Blake
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Blake  20/Transgender Male/Mars
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