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last time

Cold as the heart that has died and a is now able to say these dreaded words words hoped that it’d never hoped to say

still it had been slowly, slowly, dying since it had been conceived,

as it lay dead on the ground with its now bloodied memories,tainted, with what used to be happy memories, now only resentment for its end

we cross paths for what seems like the last time, even though we know this is the final end point





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