It’s tough to escape the inevitable.
You know, no matter who you are, no matter how long you live, I will find you.
It doesn’t matter who you surround yourself with. Famous or a nobody, young or old, wanted or unwanted, the pretty or the ugly.
You can bet that I will find you, no matter who you are.
I’ve never missed one yet.
It’s hilarious to me, trivial that you attempt to make changes to prolong your little, pathetic lives. It’s pointless. Your trivial attempts to keep me at bay just a few years longer is comical in my eyes, while critical in yours.
These eyes of mine have seen so much more than you would expect. You shove me off, as if I’m just a word. A feared word, but just a word, nonetheless.
Well, hello, my name is Death, and I’ll be your host.
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That’s all I have at the momento. :) More coming soon.
