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Created on: January 20, 2011
Some find fear in the end,
as though they did not know.
It is not a complete surprise,
that one day will be time to go.
Some do not want to give up,
all they have acquired.
It is not a sacrifice to die,
but it is definitely required.
Some live long lives,
for others way too short.
Some give all they have,
and others have no report.
Dying is a part of life,
the end can come so quick.
Dying started on the day of birth,
it is no parlor trick.
It is not too late to accept,
that you will not always be here.
It is fact that one day you’ll die,
that is crystal clear.
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