Edward H. Poems

What happens after death? A question we ask,
A blatant secret of ages, a truth that we mask,

We all have different theories, in our vows, and religions,
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Sometimes I think, I think a lot. I've never had a moment without melancholy thought.
I ask what it's like to die, or how one could do it.
I think about life, and how I'll get through it.
Do I hold value, and do I have meaning?
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