Quentin Hardison


No Longer Afraid Of Death


When I was a child, I used to be so afraid of dieing and so afraid of death,
I was so afraid that I started crying, thinking about the day when I would
take my last breath
now that I am so much older and so much smarter and I know so much more,
I am not as afraid of death as I was before
so now I can say, I am no longer afraid of death like I used to be,
death is something that no longer frightens me
from what I understand, when you die, your spirit goes on living even
though your body is dead,
it's as if you're only sleeping while laying on your death bed

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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