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twicrack

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My bones are tired
And my pretend blue eyes are the same
I feel very weak
So much so that I can no longer speak

I only grunt when you ask
“are you awake?”
I cannot think of that now
I wish to fall asleep
In the wild ruins of a meadow-
Green and fresh
I wish to be surrounded by death
I’m tired of wishing and hoping-
And wanting
All of which I cannot have

My pretend blue eyes have shut
All I can see is black-
All that I can feel is death
Its calling
But I am not scared
Instead I am filled with bliss
I see nothing-
I hear nothing-
I feel nothing-
It is spectacular
I love it
And I will no longer be afraid

Thank you Seth. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.
 
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