For a long time I cared nothing at all of death. She was as welcome to me as any other adventure. I laughed in her face many times, taunting her and I played in her back yard with the other boys.
Once, for a time I hoped for her, when the bullet pierced my skin and filled my lungs with blood, and crushed my bones. Many times she would have been a welcome guest during the pain. But she had other work to do.
And once I invited her into my life with a blade and she came and with her she brought her own pain, with torrents of blood and peaceful sleep. She was welcome, and I died. But death was not her final song.
But now I hear her singing every day and I fear what she brings as I never have before. Because when she comes she brings the end of our potential, the end of hope. She brings a close to the love and happiness that I now see but have not obtained
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