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Death or Life (The idea)

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Which came first. Was it the phoenix or the fire?... Which lasted longer. Was it today or the day before?... What made sense. Was it the words or the wisdom they held?
Which stung most. Was it the truth, or realization?... Which hurt most. Was it the disappointment, or the pain?
How easy would it be to forget. Would it come today or tomorrow?
Which would you prefer. The river or the rain?
You held those hands, were they for comfort, or for gain?
Life is full of pain. What is death, would it be peaceful? In the rankings of the heart, which comes first... Friends or family?
At the moment of birth, which started life... Was it the heartbeat or the blood?
Redefine impartation, everlasting, or forever?
In your moments of realization, which do you find first, is it the evident truth or the unavoidable emptiness?
Impossible, or unopportuned... Which best defines frustration?
Which helps most, the belief or the miracle?
How do you define clarity, hurt or disgrace?
Want or lack, which provides more comfort?
Beneath the silence, can you hear the voice of greatness?
In all the madness, would you take a little while and feel the power of serenity?...

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