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Thoughts of death and dying overwhelm my fragile mind on days as dark as these.

Although, there is something peaceful about death. Maybe it’s the way they’re left to rest. Or the way their body withers away as days pass by, aging with the willow tree they’re buried beneath. Death seems simple. Easier, perhaps. Easier than living a life you think you’d be better off dead.

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