Death is one contentious motherfucker. His name carries your weight and it should be enough. Still, you cannot rise. Dying would be like bathing in someone else’s skin. A hello, a goodbye, a perfect eyelash on your cheek. He lifts his hand and you are parched.
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Ordinary Handsome 
oh death and I are old friends I relate.
are you in love romantically with your wife. I love my husband as a person not in love I’m 50 and I’m gonna be happy thats my goal he is a narcissist I’m not affected by it i can be fuck you. The truth is I stabbed a man. So he knows it’s in me I’ve taken too much shit so bring it lol
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Good metaphor, Steven. —- Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne. 🙂
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And what a scary thought that is.
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Thank you, Rare. 🙂
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Intense writing, Steven. Long ago I heard the statement that “death is like taking off a tight shoe.” It rang true and I’ve always loved that. ❤
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Thank you. I like that! 🙂
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Dying would be like bathing in someone else’s skin. WOW- what a line. Fantastic!
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