we all return to death

we are the children of death
the moment we breathe our first breath
mother isn’t mother
fate would not have it that way
we all return to death
but refusal to live is punishment
this breath is not a precious stone
this life is not purpose filled prose
this body is not a perfect prison
this living is just for living

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