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I first saw this gloomy creature at eight years old.
The person I knew sank deeper into the ground, covered in dirt.
Everyone’s emotions overfilled their hearts like a cup, but I was controlled.
Pools of water oozed out of their eyeballs and they were obviously hurt.
The conscience of the creature followed me, their soul enlightened me and I was bold;
My passion for Death consumed me, and I was blindsided when people died.
Wherever I went, one thing devoured my mind and soon I was apathetic.
The war of my killing spree myself was my peace, yet I never cried.
But each time he showed up, a slight smile arose on my face.
He assured me that everything was okay, even though I was unsympathetic.
I wanted to tell my family, but they would just think that I was a disgrace.
Death wanted me to take my last breath, being with him forever.
My veins were shocked when I heard him and said that I needed some space.
After thinking long and hard, I agreed with his thought so we could be together.