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Somethings are meant to stay six-foot underground. Whether Alive and breathing or Truly dead. but, does it matter? Like choosing between dancing with fire, engulfed by flames, or being locked in a passionate kiss with death. Everyone meets their fate. Death. But, death would not take me. No matter how many limbs I broke, How many arteries I slashed. It was there for another hundred years to torment me. People wanted to know whats my secret, I told them to ask death. They laughed. But it is true. I've met death. And he is a stone cold ******* Don't worry, you'll meet 'it' one day. Your time will be up, soon enough.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
Death, I've met 'it'
Somethings are meant to stay six-foot underground. Whether Alive and breathing or Truly dead. but, does it matter? Like choosing between dancing with fire, engulfed by flames, or being locked in a passionate kiss with death. Everyone meets their fate. Death. But, death would not take me. No matter how many limbs I broke, How many arteries I slashed. It was there for another hundred years to torment me. People wanted to know whats my secret, I told them to ask death. They laughed. But it is true. I've met death. And he is a stone cold ******* Don't worry, you'll meet 'it' one day. Your time will be up, soon enough.
About someone who tried their best to die, but failed, (unfortunately for them) living for years to come
#suicide#fire#death#alive#people#secret#dancing#kissing#monster#danger#secrets#mankind#laughed
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vivian-sin
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
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