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Dec 3
Teetering on the edge of it all,
I do not fear death.
As she extends her hand to me
She whispers promises of infinite
peace
And happiness
And nothingness
As I look into her luring eyes
I finally feel at ease
with the things Ill leave behind
Phia
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Phia  25/F/In My Own World
(25/F/In My Own World)   
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