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Everything life has to end,
May it be long or short
May they die gracefully or by the hands of others.
They may die in coldest of wars or in the joy of live.
It may be of diseases or it may have not a cause.
Every live has to end
You may feel pain and sorrow but you know that it is just not there anymore.
Piece by piece you move on, it feels like years but eventually it will be one of wounds in your heart.
And you may discover that somewhere else on this planet there will be a new joy of live.
But in the end you know:every life has to end.