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Dear Death,

You should have taken me instead.

I just don’t understand,

Why you chose him.

I am not the kind,

To change the world.

But he was.

Why did I live?

Why didn’t he?

He was far more deserving of your kindness,

Than I was.

So kind,

As to leave me be,

But cruel enough to take him away.

It’s no wonder,

You have such a bad reputation.

Though,

After what you’ve done,

Perhaps that’s what you want.

Why did you take our greatest strength?

The only person I knew,

That was truly loved,

By any they met.

Are you not fond of love?

Maybe it’s because you think love,

Is not fond of you.

But how could it be?

You take from us,

People worth dying for,

And kill them.

And the people,

Those who are so cruel,

They cannot be classified as human;

Those who don’t deserve to live,

Do.

Why do you do this?

Why do you take,

The ones well-loved,

To have as your own?

Were you wronged,

At some time,

By a love gone poorly?

I just can’t understand,

Why you didn’t take me,

Instead.

I just can’t understand,

Why you would go on,

As if you want,

To be hated.

To be feared.

Maybe,

It is because it gives you power.

Anytime you can make someone,

Have emotions,

Caused by you,

You have power over them.

But is that power worth,

All of the pain,

You cause yourself,

And others?

Why do you do it?

How are you okay,

With being hated?

It’s not too late to return him,

And take me,

Is it?

It probably is.

I hope you’re happy,

Death.

Because of you,

Most others aren’t.