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Death is like the color black,
Black like the darkest night without any light
Death is like the feeling of fear, Fear like as you watch your family suffers, dying a painful death, right before your own eyes
Death is like the cold, Cold like the wind that blows down your neck giving you goose bumps and you know it’s the wind of death
Death is like the end of a story, the story that is your life, as you flip though them for last time
Death is like the taste of gum,
The taste of gum with no more flavor, it’s gray and hard to chew
Death is like the texture of a dead snake,...