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i started to think about death all the time - it became an obsession. i became so obsessed with the idea of death; the fantasized ideation of what death was, that i began to chase after it. my lowly obsession was so close - so inevitable, so easily accessible, but i couldn't catch it.
until i did.
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The Forgotten Journals III
PoesiaPart Three of "The Forgotten Journals" Series. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite." (Act II, scene ii) Roméo & Juliet
