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Death taps me gently on the shoulder hands cool and soft I turn around and see mysterious, misunderstood Death's face remains hidden by an aura of unknowingness I don't know why people are afraid perhaps because they don't know what Death looks like elegantly harmonious Death tells me my time has come voice warm and soothing I step into the welcoming embrace enveloped by strong loving arms I melt into Death's tight comforting hug all my worries melt into nothingness I sigh out my fears and watch them float into the brisk evening air letting go of the scarred and deadly hands of Life for Death was my future I let Death welcome me into an eternity of blissful peace away from the chaotic and burning days in a safe haven freed of agony and torture and havoc Death as given me the beautiful silence of eternity.

— Mandrie du Preez, New Plymouth Girls' High School