I read some of my old blogs and a feeling a weirdness took me . Death , We choose to forget it , to spend our days thinking it doesnt exist but its so real , its in every corner you see . its in the eyes of a child in the middle of street selling flowers , trying to find enough money to satisfy his fathers carve for drugs .
Death is in you , Death is me and yet we easily forget it .
Its just not fair to death .
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