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Death


Death surrounds me on every side,
It’s like I live in a morgue.
I often try to run and hide,
But I can’t get away.

No matter how happy or depressed I act,
It never goes to far.
So I embrace the painful fact,
That I can’t get away.

It tares me up inside and out,
To see my loved ones die.
It hurts to much to live like this,
Of that I can no longer lie.

I want it just to leave alone,
My family and my pets.
It hurts to always live like this,
To cry myself to sleep.