Death is not a joke to me.
There’s inspiration in it I see.
That may seem pretty odd or bland.
But this here is where I stand.
When others post how sad they are, how they’ll never see the light.
It takes my view from my own despair and focuses it on life.
The life they have and who they’ll be, that’s inspiration to me.
The imaginings of what their future holds, that there is the key.
Darkness will make it hard to see life through.
Storms will often stew.
Our strife seems great, sometimes troubles seem bold.
But no matter who you are, in my heart it’s you I’ll hold.
It’s hard to believe a stranger like me would care for a stranger like you.
But at the end of the day when our worlds had its way it’s all that I can do.
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