Some think that death is The end to a certain person When they bury him or Her anytime, anywhere, and Everywhere, but Assuredly it is not at all... It is another life in one's tomb That starts over there, but Certainly invisible and It is away from us... We don't know what's going on Over there, but There are things going on... As long as the dead go in the invisible, then We just start thinking about the other life that Starts, but It is vague, unknown, and gloomy... If death is a great relief, then Everything will be great, but As long as things are in the invisible, then We keep just guessing and thinking only... Death remains a secret and A puzzle that we know a little bit About it...
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Thoughtful and provoking.