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I am not ready to die a legal death; my papers aren’t in order. Not ready to die a social death; my attachments (detachments?) aren’t in order. Not ready to die a personal death; my inner being isn’t in order.
But die I must. Death doesn’t wait.
I died yesterday.
Must learn now to live.
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Linking this to WriteTribe-Festival of Words - 55 for Friday
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