Dear Death,

We are not friends; You taught me that when I was three. And later, and later, and again, later still.
We are not allies; You taught me that in the military.
We are not afraid of each other; You taught me that flirting with me.
We are not a you do you, and I do me, relationship; You taught me that through the pain of friends and loved ones.

I don’t trust you; You live in the shadows.
I do hate you; You rob my life of those who have meaning.
I do love you; You make life, and the way you live it, important.
I do not like you; Fuck you, Death.

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