young and old
dead and dying
when did we believe we were invincible?
when did we grasp immortality?
when was it ever judged fair to lose a life
where are the ones that never returned?
why do memories fuzz and fade?
why do we forget what will always remain true?
young and old
newly born and aged beyond
dead and dying
dying and dead
and yet
there are
the ones who are dying to be dead
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