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Take me to the most beautiful graveyard, where I may breathe the aura of my sins, where my sufferings unfold like white flags— symbols of peace amidst a war. A grave adorned with a garland, a quiet no man’s land. I shall not be the keeper of my grave; it will belong to the stars. Stardust will dissolve into me, my skull and bones returning to thee. Hair falling away, nails slowly peeling, I grow light as a feather— the weight of being, shedding. I have devoted myself to this world as I once did to my first love. From childhood to these fractured days, my memories remain crystal clear. I cannot move, I cannot breathe— I am dying, I swear. So do not weep over my death; this is not my end. It is the rebirth of a beauty within that once coursed through my veins. This is the end of the body— but the soul endures, immortal, into eternity.
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
A Soul Beyond the Grave
Take me to the most beautiful graveyard, where I may breathe the aura of my sins, where my sufferings unfold like white flags— symbols of peace amidst a war. A grave adorned with a garland, a quiet no man’s land. I shall not be the keeper of my grave; it will belong to the stars. Stardust will dissolve into me, my skull and bones returning to thee. Hair falling away, nails slowly peeling, I grow light as a feather— the weight of being, shedding. I have devoted myself to this world as I once did to my first love. From childhood to these fractured days, my memories remain crystal clear. I cannot move, I cannot breathe— I am dying, I swear. So do not weep over my death; this is not my end. It is the rebirth of a beauty within that once coursed through my veins. This is the end of the body— but the soul endures, immortal, into eternity.
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
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