Blurry Lines Its sad, When death strikes, and they come running, like its a popularity contest, like "who loved them more", The lines blur, for the people who were there, there day after day, Days turn to weeks, So fast it makes your head spin, How ones health can deteriorate, so harshly and so quickly, But in the end, People flock, To say their goodbyes, Give well wishes to the people left behind, Because the lines have blurred, and left peoples lives in a tailspin.
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