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Created on: March 29, 2009
Everyone knows it, we just choose to ignore it.
Living is dying, but why focus on the later?
Constant inner chatter, our essence whithers away.
It's definitely important, so why don't we explore it?
Working hard to the beat of the drum and our hearts.
Our inner clocks.
Until all is lost.
We regret spending little time in happiness.
And all that builds around us is stress.
Death is the great escape from responsibility.
Dying is living, pain and suffering.
Why are we living to die?
We should be dying to live.
All that this world brings is beauty and joy.
Yet we choose to remain dying,
docked at death's bay.
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