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Oct 19
During your life, you hear this well:
it is not for you, but from you,
that death gives life to me.

Now is always, and never is good,
as everyone understands,
you are here, always seeking more.

Death is me, not from me.
Unaware, never is you,
and you —that’s me,
always.
winnie the poem
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winnie the poem  27/M/Belgium
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