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Jun 2017
Smoke the cigarette. Drink the flame. Allow the sword to enter you.
There is no ******, death cannot be an offering. You cannot be killed.
You who are mortal, whose end is nobody’s experience but your own;
Death belongs to you.
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Your death is your own; nobody else's. Nobody can offer it to you. You might not be ready for it, but it is, in the end, entirely yours.

I find comfort in this.
Dante
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Dante  26/Non-binary/Connecticut
(26/Non-binary/Connecticut)   
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     ---, Blessed Regalia, --- and Shanath
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