Deaths hand is not to he feared, it is to be greeted thankfully when your time comes. See, my time came and I took his hand with pleasure. Knowing I would leave behind a family, sadly. But I was put out of my incurable pain. My family were grateful I was no longer in that hospital room trying hard to slowly not to let the full pain engulf me, with failure. Death asked me to take his hand before the pain took away who I was and for that I am grateful.
One day I will greet the hand of a human because I am death. I. Am. Death. My father was not to be feared but yet he was. I am not to be feared but yet I am. I let you choose your time to take my hand and for that be grateful for I could choose to take you the second you were born. I could choose to kill your kind in a klick of my boney fingers but I don't for that be grateful.
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< A 15 year old me when I dyed my hair brown. I looked awesome then! Im 17 at the moment and come from a family of loud people! As you can most likely see I'm loud to as I put exclamation marks at the end of EVERYTHING!!! I write poems, stories, whatever I feel like! I love being inspired cause thats how I know its a really good book/poem/more stuff like that! At the moment Im in the mood for 1D song as Im: NO°1# 1D fan!
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