What do you think of death? A natural cause in life, or does it have a meaning?
For me life is a dead rose, with crimson and black pettels. You grab it, you bleed.
Death is the way you look at things differently, with a darker eye.Like getting raped by the had of the reaper.
All goes black, but you seem happier.
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