grave
It is not death,
which is a problem
but living.
Once you die,
you are peaceful,
tranquil.
Part of a universe
much bigger than
this world.

Your Identity ends,
Death begins.

But while living,
you become part of this
hypocritical world.
It changes you
transforms you
for Better and Worse.

It makes you want to
Belong
Being Different becomes a Taboo.

No peace, No tranquility
only madness and chaos

Until your only choice
is Death.
and then you die
your Identity ends
and Death begins.

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