My End

My end will be more horrific then one can yet imagine; it will drag out to a most agonizing end. My last seconds will tick away to a sickening tune. My end will not be peaceful; I will fight tooth and nail, for nothing, and lose. Scared and alone will take me by each hand and lead me kicking and screaming toward the light; only to be denied access


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  1. Im dreaming now for 14 years, nothing is real and the end might not be.

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