as i attempt to raise my head after your death blow the pain closes in and i groan in agony as i mouth one word: you? i lie in my blood and wonder at deception as i lower my head yet again and blackness begins to descend, and i begin to cry, wishing that i had not done what i did, wishing that you had not found it easy to pull the trigger, and as i hear your laughter, weakness closes in, and i cannot use my arms anymore as pain flashes through me, burning and slowly ending my existance, and the tears i weep depletes my life force until i am on the edge, and then i hear you say with laughter "you should not have come, you should not have stayed you should not have followed me, you should have given up" i reach, but my hands touch nothing and my vision begins to slowly whiten i drop my head and the end comes, and the pain slowly lessens until i am standing again. then i realize this is my soul, i am dead, and my human form is standing no more.Birth sign: Aries
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