People pass away willingly or Unwillingly simply because That's the way with, but They even don't care... We cry when someone passes away Simply because that's The way with us... That unavoidable death knocks at Our doors suddenly and Unexpectedly, but Even some don't care about it... We will pass away Sooner or later, but Some don't care at all... This is our whole life and That's death that rounds up Individually or in masses... ______________________________________________________________________
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