I watched her unravel, in front of my eyes.
Through years full of sorrows, secrets and lies.
A life as it happens, is death in reverse.
The end is a given, and that is our curse.
To know we are mortal, we fracture and break.
And still keep on living, with every mistake.
The past may define us, it is not who we are
It cannot control us, it is but a scar.
Something we live with, and somehow survive.
To live is an option, the choice is to thrive.
Death is not the end, life is just the beginning.
Your story is your life, not your death.
Live while you can, breathe it in.
All of it.
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