Life has no mercy. Until the end you carry the burden of every mistake and betrayal. Slave to the spell of lover’s error, plagued by emotional terror. Whisper to me, is this the end of it all? Knowing the knife envies my skin, I await the call. This is my limit. It’s up to me to end it. If I am to live it must be my choice and I have to do more than just survive. No eulogy, no headstone. What happens to me, you’ll never know.
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