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When I lie down to rest,

The silence presses on my ears,

I can’t sleep, though I try my best,

The night makes me give in to my fears.

 

I contemplate what’s after death,

What will I be aware of after my last breath?

I shiver, I shake, the fear takes hold,

Do we become only cold?

 

Maybe we feel nothing after this life ends

Maybe we never again see our friends

I hug myself and start to cry

And whisper softly “people die”.

 


 

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