Life is a B**** & so is Death
Alot of people talk like they're not afraid of death. But that's only how it appears to their peers and the rest. See I can smell fear, I can hear it in your chest.... I can see it in your steps...
Tell me... what are you going to do when death appears on your step and grip you around the neck? When the only thing you can do is veer out of breath, trying to cheer out for help. But death doesn't even steal you, it gives you a breath, a breath that refills your respect and send chills down your neck, now you live to regret you ever tied up with death. Better open your eyes for a sec. And realise with respect you are alive with deffects but could have died with regrets and that life is real and so is death. Now its probally something you will never forgete. Because life is but death its self.... just dressed in a dress. Oh yes! life's a B****
Tell me... what are you going to do when death appears on your step and grip you around the neck? When the only thing you can do is veer out of breath, trying to cheer out for help. But death doesn't even steal you, it gives you a breath, a breath that refills your respect and send chills down your neck, now you live to regret you ever tied up with death. Better open your eyes for a sec. And realise with respect you are alive with deffects but could have died with regrets and that life is real and so is death. Now its probally something you will never forgete. Because life is but death its self.... just dressed in a dress. Oh yes! life's a B****
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