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The Angel of Death

I'm not afraid of death.

But I don't want to die

But dying seems relaxing.

And that scares me.

 

I do want to live.

i think

slowly slipping from reality.

Too damaged to deal.

Too tired.

 

I just need one thing.

One.

Glimmer of hope.

 

Please?

 

contradiction...

I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore.

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sahra-maxwell
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Jun 18, 2014
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