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Jan 2021
I always feared that death would ache,
and that it would only take.
Now I am out of breath,
before me opening the gates of death.
And I was wrong,
death is where we all belong.
It's offering us an embrace,
finally some  peaceful place,
apart of the painful world of living,
where we are never winning.
for that, I’d have to be a lot stronger.
Which I am not, cause of that ******* disease,
that got me down on my knees.
I regret nothing but one thing,
that’s what my future could bring.
There is a person that I love,
but now I can only watch him from above.
I am fully aware
that the world’s not fair
But it still hurts to know,
that down below,
is my lover all alone,
cause I was forced to leave him on his own.
But over what’s after death there is still strife,
and who knows, maybe we will meet in another life.
death peace disease end final dead dying ill sick
Elorai
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Elorai  18/F
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