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The edge is nearing,
my death closer. My life rearing, under a planet size boulder. I watch my memories, flutter past my thoughts. The things that appear in my dreams, watching the things that need to rot. I utter your name, as the tears begin to drop. I wish things would have stayed the same, if only this pain would stop. Now my life has ended. I don't see why i had to fade. If i knew this was something that i would have defended, Then i'm sure i would have stayed. But now that its over, no more need to cry. I'm dead now, not to be seen, by any human eye.
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