a kitchen, bathroom and a bookshelf stands in the way,
and i am irrelevant to the cause,
dying makes me go away.
Incessant thoughts fill my mind,
as the coughing gets worse,
as i feel my death dawn upon me,
i think about my life first.
and as the breaths seep out of me,
the thoughts become clear,
finally i have the clarity,
now the voices i can hear.
Destiny and fate,
both scare and comfort me,
its scary to realise your dying,
but comforting to know this is what is planned for me.
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