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to live or to die? neither is truly in our own hands

To live or to die? neither is truly in our own hands.....
to live we owe to 2 people we've never met,
sometimes from different lands....
to die is left to fate....
​​​​​by your own hand is when your mind isn't in an altogether sane and all there kind of state.

to live is not always our own choices,
as we read from articles or on the world wide web to different not our own voices....
to die......
where did that bus come from....
that's it,
the end.
down to fate and now no life left for you to defend....

​​is the meaning to live jumping from planes?
although I like it,
is a bit insane....
or is the meaning of dying,
to have a disease that eats away at you and Drs lying?

everyone's life from beginning to end is unique,
some are joyful and happy,
whilst others are sad and unfortunately oblique....

it's what you do with that precious life that matters,
childrens feet making pitter patters.
starting off life's cycle again,
just don't bring that child into a life of pain.

for some,
that is not an option of life...
for some they can't find a husband or wife....
for some it just can't be ,
so for those of you that can't,
live life to the fullest and be happy just like me..

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