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Jan 2020
Death is inevitable.

No one can escape it,
not even the innocent can.

Some can choose when death greets them,
but for others it greets them far to soon.

Death wears the same face,
no matter who it takes.

It looms over each of us and smiling wickedly as it choses its next victim.

Its a plagued disease,
going to and from.
Elsa
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Elsa  23/F/My Head
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