what is it about death and dying that scares people, is it the fact that they wont be "here" anymore, or is it the just not knowing whats gonna happen after... or is it seeing a body... and y do those scare people, they r just like us, but w/ blood not moving in their system, ive seen too many bodies to be afraid of them anymore, but i want the
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Anyways, just thought I'd share that
I love you Raeanne! Bethany
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