The balkanization
of my heart has been resurrected
with an affection that always
inspires, and never
grows tired
of my dark and deadly valleys. Is
this the end of me? I swore to
never go back.
In this, the
finest hour, my last breath of
life awaits me. Anticipation with
vomiting. You are something
I
dream. You are the something that
I must have. Truly, this is the
finale of my suffering and the
beginning of perpetual peace.
Truly, this is the end-the
departure I have waited for. My
last chance to
see this
perpetual peace. On this day, I
will learn to love again. And so,
I am waiting to die.
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