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Student @ Adekunle ajasin university akoko ondo state akungba
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Life and death
<p>*Life and Death*
</p><p>
</p><p>Life is the inhale.
</p><p>Messy, bright, and full of noise.
</p><p>It’s coffee getting cold because you were laughing.
</p><p>It’s the risk of starting,
</p><p>the ache of trying,
</p><p>the joy of being chosen.
</p><p>
</p><p>Death is the exhale.
</p><p>Quiet. Final.
</p><p>It doesn’t ask permission.
</p><p>It teaches us the weight of _now_.
</p><p>
</p><p>Life plants gardens in cracked concrete.
</p><p>Death reminds us seasons change.
</p><p>Life says _one more day_.
</p><p>Death says _make it count_.
</p><p>
</p><p>We carry them both.
</p><p>In every goodbye that makes room for hello.
</p><p>In every ending that teaches us how to begin again.
</p><p>In every moment we choose to love,
</p><p>knowing nothing lasts forever.
</p><p>
</p><p>Life is borrowed time.
</p><p>Death is what gives it value.
</p><p>So we live loudly, softly, honestly —
</p><p>until it’s time to let go.
</p><p>
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