This is me, as close to peace,
As my days now get.
There are still the thoughts of worry,
But the joy is greater yet.
I wonder about the other life,
Through the sliding door.
Would it be so much harder,
Or would I love it more?
The one thing I couldn't bare,
Would be to lose what makes you, you.
You are the responder to your experiences,
Your soul is the glue.
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