She defied the

  darkness that festered in

  her heart, planted her feet

  and conquered

  demons with an iron

  will searing hot with renewed

  vows to fight

  the ills of life and give

  unto others kindness and

  compassion forever.

  She died one morning

  when no one expected

  because the four winds didn't

  care about her vows or

  her struggles or what

  she overcame and did

  or the future she built

  despite all of the struggles.

  Another she

  lived pious and devoted

  and showed nothing less than

  kindness to others and to

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  herself. She vowed to

  bring healing to others less

  fortunate than her and

  study medicine, her heart filled

  with piety and devotion.

  She died to an unfair illness

  that she was meant to fight,

  that came out of nowhere and

  just

  took her.

  He struggled to find happiness

  before, yet one day, he met

  the perfect lady who complimented

  him perfectly. She always watched

  her health and monitored her

  lifestyle to be happy and live

  happy.

  She died anyway.

  The struggles of man mean

  nothing to the four winds and

  the two poles and

  the solar flares and

  the dying stars and

  the newborn stars and

  the morning sun and

  the distant peaks and

  the rustling rivers and

  the morning dew and

  the early breeze and

  the open seas.

  We mean nothing;

  we always meant nothing;

  we never meant to rise above

  nothing;

  to them, we are but an

  obligatory passage that

  happens to exist near them.