Citas
am I not trying hard enough, not achieving enough to make her see my choice, the one I’ve sworn to with skin and bone?
The weight of my useless body rotting in the ground. My soul lighter than paper and drifting far from its fleshy prison.
Death won’t desert me. It’s waiting for me, beckoning. And I’m ready, taking sure steps toward my final act.
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