"Death"
Death doesn't search for the worthy.It lingers near the pure and joyous.
Leaving the depressed overly pained to be tortured.
Killing the faces showered wuth smiles rather than faces soaked with tears of bloody pain.
It takes the memorable and leaves the scarred and hopeless.
But why?
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