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


    This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.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.