Death

It opens your eyes in ways you wouldn’t except, from it’s pain there’s a gift, from the sorrow is a blessing, from the landfill of tears, the rubble of the pain there’s dust & nuggets of gold for the picking if you choose to see it. Life becomes more limitless, when you know how limited your times is the limits you put on yourself start to disintegrate.

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