Many say they’re tired
But does your skin fall from your bones?
Do your eyes sink in the sockets
And your mouth go dry as stone?
Some people are a pitcher
And others are a cup
The pitcher pours and pours
But the cups they never fill up
Death
I want to meet him. Death. The one who has taken everything from me to keep. We must be similar if we love all of the same things.
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