April 11, 2011
As my world spins faster than the speed of light, my head spins in complete slow motion.
My mind dwells in past life times and my heart lingers in ancient loves. My soul refuses to let go of deadly pains and tragic memories. My heart beats a second to fast my, mind remembers an hour to long, my soul is silenced forever in a day, seemingly dead. With no hope for me to live I beg to the gods of death to forever relieve me of this torture, seems as ill take anything, from a million lashes of a spiked whip, to being burned in a pit of a thousand fires, just to be free. Beat me, burn me but please relieve me of this harrowing misery. Lead me to the path of freedom.

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