I wonder is death so hard as living…
It only comes once you see.
I scare myself in finding an answer to the question,
Because neither Heaven or Hell, have bargained for this recalcitrant soul buried within me.
Beaten and broken,
All while living.
Could death be the solace?
Could it be forgiving?
It only visits once!
Seeming as though,
The cold ones who have met him have found peace.
Are these the secrets the dead have kept from me?

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