Death

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Death is the white out of life.

It covers your mistakes

It's the one thing we don't have to worry about.

It can cleanse you of yours sins.

It doesn't matter,

What shape, size, or color you are.

Death,

Doesn't care.

It welcomes you,

With open arms.

Death,

Is the white out of life.

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