Death is oddly comforting to me.
It’s something I know will happen, something we are all destined for.
Nobody is too weak to die, nor too strong.
Death doesn’t discriminate or favor.
Death is a reliable friend, somebody who comes and lulls you to sleep after a long, hard fight with life.
Death brings the satisfaction of a job well done — a time to finally rest, an end to everything that ever burdened you.
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