Everyday I awake with less to loose than the one before, more of a stranger to myself, a nameless, faceless soul, weighted by my burdens, of the thoughts in my head, looking forward to the end, for the end, the end is the only deed that will finaly set me free, free from the twisted anguish that eats my flesh from inside, wanting only to see you one last time before I must go, to hold you, to look into your eyes, kiss your lips, reasure you that it is better this way, I will forever be watching over you, and waiting on the other side, for then we can finally be together until the end of time.
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