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Feb 2023
He comes on a pale horse.
Hands that have been dismembered
Begin to wrap my throat as
The world around me dissipates.
As I look into his eyes,
I expect to see sinister in its pure physical form.
But as I look up,
I see the gentle tranquility
OfΒ Β pure energy.
I embrace the scythe
and embrace my own demise
So that I may be set free.
Written by
Psychosa  22/F
(22/F)   
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