Stirring within, a life of sadness that cannot be reconciled in
any way for there are no answers to be given by death or for our
loss, it just happens to everyone living on this earth.
We have very little information about it, details also are few,
we surmise, recollect, use imagination and still are no closer
to why or what reasons we cannot live without dying.
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