Dying is easy, it's what comes after that is hard to imagne.
Just laying there waiting to decompose, childeren playing in the sun with a small breeze of wind.
And you can't do anything but to wait.
Life will go on except you.
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Author:
Anouk (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm writing on my page a bit about my mind to share it with the world so you know you're not alone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
De dood is geen toestand ,slechts een overgang ...
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