Life is a highway, an endless road full of twists and turns.
Death is a vulture, circling and swooping in on prey when the time is right.
Life is like a novel, every day a new chapter full of possibilities; a never-ending story.
Death is as silent as the night, blanketing the world in a coat of darkness.
My home is like a cup of hot chocolate, warm and comforting on a cold day.
My brother is a fly on the wall, silently judging you from the background, but an annoyance when he makes himself known.
The clouds are an endless maze, trapping the wisps within solid walls.
The jellyfish are like clouds, floating endlessly in a deep blue wasteland.
The lightning strikes as strongly as a gladiator ready to fight, attacking without boundaries.
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