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That gets me thinking about my approaching death. Death - the birth of my end. A begining to an end.
I have romantised my death so much so that I fantasise about it at times. It comforts me that one day all of this noise and music will stop. That i will be forgotten and i will not even remember that.
But i am impatient for this destiny to forth, i want it now. If i were to complete my final act and have my beauty froze. To shorten this life i know i have lived enough.
I am certain of this death and often anticipate my end. Surviving everyday has become so tiring.
Lord if u be, grant me this wish.
End me.
Im tired
And scared
(Typos ik)