Exist - Poem by bec beckett
to exist is to what?
exist or live your life?
moan cry and complain or just get on with it?
heaven and hell do not follow death;
they are now.
but do not discourage yourself, for in times of hell, remember that heaven must follow.
be grateful for your existance, for with death, you exist no longer.
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