The Secret To Life

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I come bearing the secret to life.
A secret man has questioned,
since the first clock was wound.
It is not a secret worthy of bloodshed.
Yet, one, many would kill to know.
The secret my child,
my grandfather whispered,
moments from death, is..
Never stop questioning, because when you know the secret to life, there is no longer a point to living.
and with that his last breath spilled from his lungs.
"Grandpa" I screamed.
But by then, I was dead too.





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