When no one wants you,
Nothing interests you
And body pains you
You will want to die
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Soul residing in the body can never be slain or died, nothing to grieve as it is inevitable. The soul is uncleavable, incombustible, neither can be wetted not died, it is stable constant and ever lasting, Death is just like discarding worn out clothes, nothing to grieve my dear poet. good one.
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