Slowly, my dear, down this path we walk.
Death is cold;
We do not balk.
Death is death
And nothing more.
Slowly, my dear, down this path we walk.The way is far, but near, my dear.
Death is truth;
Nothing to fear.
Death is death
And nothing less.
The way is far, but near, my dear.My dear, the way is harsh, but soft.
Death is near;
Holds you aloft.
Death is death
And nothing else.
My dear, the way is harsh, but soft.Far, my dear, we must go.
This path is long;
No time to slow.
Death is death
And nothing new.
Far, my dear, from me to you.
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Forgetting Sylva
Teen FictionSylva lives her life in constant fear of death: not her own fear, but that of the people around her. Frail and afflicted with a variety of different illnesses, she spends most of her time in bed at home, majority of it with her best friend, Marcus...