On Death

It’s pretty fuckin creepy
That I don’t even cry
When the news comes through
That someone special has died

Maybe I’m desensitized
Or have a heart that’s cold
It could be the medication
Or just part of getting old

It doesn’t even matter
Because she’s dead now anyways
A constant awful reminder
That we are born just to decay

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