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born to die.

by lily-jean

267 people are born every minute, all over the world, into pre made lives, designed especially for them. every minute, 108 people, are tucked preciously, into satin lined caskets, to begin their journey to another life. when you're five, you think you're going to live forever. by your sixteenth birthday, you're ready to die. life isn't easy, life isn't fair, and at the end of the day nobody really cares, who has the longest hair, or who has the tiniest waist or, who owns the prettiest eyes. see this is life, and it's not very nice. we're all born. but why? there's only one reason, and that is, we're, born to die.
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