Not all of us are afraid to die.
Some of us do sneer at death in the face and ask him rudely if the best he could do was a lump or a clot or a failed kidney.
Because death? Your ways have always been cowardly, so even when I cry because you were coming or you had come to take what was mine; my tears had always pitied you instead. Because you are a retched cowardly trifling bitch!
Signed: A pissed of Mom.
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