the winds of change are blowing. a restless heart beats alone tonight. daylight has faded... darkness veils the sky. no where to turn... the torch has been passed on. the race is finished. now another has their chance. loneliness descends again tonight. a small crackling fire, the only friend. death seems sweet, yet lonely. music plays in the background. "go ahead," it urges. falling into a trance. the wind brings a deadly chill. "go ahead," it whispers. clear black sky, as if death is near. the cold blade touching the warm skin. all the painful memories passing through. all the lies reviving themselves. tears uncontrollably falling. death is sweet, definitely. the blade falls to the ground. no where to turn...Birth sign: Capricorn
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