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death being my best friend

In shadows deep, where whispers wend,

Death walks beside me, my faithful friend.

A silent specter, a comforting guide,

Through life's tumultuous, twisting tide.

In moments dark, when sorrows descend,

Death gently soothes me, a presence to lend.

With bony fingers, a touch so kind,

Reminding me of the ties that bind.

Through laughter and tears, until the end,

Death stays with me, my eternal blend.

A constant companion, in the night so deep,

Watching over me as I peacefully sleep.

So fear not the Reaper, for in the end,

Death is but a friend, on whom we depend.

Guiding us home, to realms unknown,

Where we shall reap what we have sown.