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Should we be really scared of death? are you?

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SaloKaviar
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I watched my mother die of cancer a few weeks ago. I am not afraid of anything now.

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rabbitquest
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I'm not scared to death of you.
If you think you are scary then go model for a halloween costume agency!!
Ive got better things to do than be scared of you.
Ive got laundry Ive got taxes Ive got death to worry about
Ive got no time to be scared of you DEATH

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cold_fusion
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rabbitquest said:I'm not scared to death of you.
If you think you are scary then go model for a halloween costume agency!!
Ive got better things to do than be scared of you.
Ive got laundry Ive got taxes Ive got death to worry about
Ive got no time to be scared of you DEATH


humorously deep.

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Elizabeth_Odly
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I'm not personally scared of dying myself, but more so of other people around me dying. Though speaking from an overall perspective, I think we should all probably be scared of death just enough to where we try our hardest to avoid it, but not to where we obsess over it to the point that we can't think about anything else and it controls every single action we make.

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tataramon
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Yes, we should be scared of death. But we should not let our fear of death kill us.

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LostGirl18
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Death is the only certainty we have in our lives.

Very reassuring, indeed.

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drone
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Greece
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Will we ever
meet again
don't know where
don't know when
when our body's
have decayed
in some
dreary
shabby grave

Will we ever
see our friends
see their light
when they smile
within this field
that we
Used to deny

But now
that we're dead
we can see
there's no end
to what
we could of done
When we we're alive

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dizzzzzzy
616
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United States
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Exactly,,,,but I am afraid of the dark

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ephraim-crud
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life is but a stream
of visions in your head,
a constant vivid dream
from which you wake up dead...

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deca1854dente1891
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Deaths is end of your action , deeds, dreams , sins and virtue. That fact we will no able to participate on living . This can lead us to the big fear. We are so easy put down by our minds. Yes I am scare too. But I also believe death is just one end and there will be more ends in front of us .

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ephraim-crud
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no one knows. well, pop me socks!

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Eudemonia
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Death is a joke.

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kiko_the_poet
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Depends on your faith, I guess me my self I'm positive there's a peace undescribable for eternity that awaits me but still my only fear is dying before completing what I came hear to feel attribute and learn

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Dreaming-demon
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I cannot gather or perceive
what to feel or to believe.
When that time is finally here,
on my mind the clock is ticking.

Do I see and do I breathe
after it's my day to leave.
Gripping me in panicked fear,
that my heart won't soon be kicking.

Scared to face or take
the emptiness, I'll never know.
Disappear without a trace
or energy will flow.

I cannot picture or pretend,
that my time here soon won't end.
When that day comes due to pass
on my mind my baby crying.

Do I deal or do I grieve
knowing that it's you I leave.
When I look into the glass
reflecting my regrets while dying.

Brave to face the dark embracing
or I'll never know.
When it's Death I'm finally facing
gently let me go.

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dark_horizons
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I'm older, almost 60.  I don't like the idea of dying, but I know it is inevitable so I don't think about it.  

I have watched enough "ghost shows" to believe that there probably is some form of afterlife.  I don't think that there is a Heaven or Hell, just a different form of existence.  

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