Poetry

The end.

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Death. The end.

Death is a harsh reality.
Some understand death, embrace it, others fear it.
It’s an inevitable stage in life, no one can escape.
So all we can do is cherish the life we have remaining.
Embrace those surrounding us, our loved ones and try to live without regrets.
Change to become who we want to be when we meet death.
I want to meet death head-on.
I don’t want it to take me in my sleep.
I want to see it coming.
I want to know what is happening.
Death is the end.
I want mine to be a good end.
I want it to be a perfect end.
Without regrets.
Without sadness.
With love.
And, satisfaction.
And, understanding.
But mostly love.

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