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Death of a Suicide
I lie here in my dead pool. Consumed by the rotting corpses of past lives. Memories fade with time, yet the rancid stench of each remains. My heart survived being bleed out only once, becoming nothing more than a useless piece of rotting flesh. Not worthy of a single thought past being kicked aside. Hopes of immortality have been replaced by an eternal empty vortex which reaches out with it's gnarled gruesome claws. Driven only by unseen demon's whose only purpose is to destroy the remaining remnants of my already shattered sanity. Suddenly I awaken to find that once again that blessed promise of death has yet eluded me. G. Williams
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