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Dec 2014
We are all dead.
We are born with one goal: to die.
Waiting to cease completely.
Remember to turn off the light.
Try to go peacefully.
Make sure they spell your name right.
We, none of us get out of this try as we might.
© JLB
16//12/2014
16:26 GMT
Camellia-Japonica
Written by
Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
(F/Wales)   
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