allow me to die.
why must you prolong my suffering?
you do not answer my call.
but in dying, I am demonised.
all your recollection will make me saintly.
but we know whilst my heart beats- I am not.
I'm without purpose or good will.
I plead- let me die an unsaintly death.
a death without repercussions.
I will suffer all Hell before affecting Life.
Life was not made for me.
Let me go.
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- Published: May 24th, 2018 16:21
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