Death

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I fail to understand why do people run away from the idea of death. We constantly seem to run away from it, when in fact we witness death everyday. Isn't death an integral part of life to acknowledge?

When your loved one leaves you, does a part of you not die?
Don't you die a little when a beautiful trip ends?
Don't you taste death when you could've said something more but you kept it buried in your heart?
Isn't death the thought of 'what could've been'?
Isn't the 'bitter' in 'bittersweet' death?
So why do we choose to ignore something so innate in us?
Why?

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