Death
I lay here bleeding, gasping for air as I die, clutching the impliment of my demise still lodged in my chest .
Life elsewhere continues and I wonder will I even be missed ? will any notice right away that im not around?
I can hear Death's footsteps drawing near.... I am ready for my journey.
While I wait for Death to take my hand my life passes before me and I am content with my actions.
The note explains all in detail , but now I must go.... Death can no longer wait .
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