ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)

ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

We are all destined to die.
Whether you like that idea or not,
It is the truth.

I stand before you, arms outstretched, as a greeting.
I welcome you to my body, my mind, and my soul.

Death.
Oh, lovely death.
Oh, how much I adore you.
And how much I admire you, your features, and your everlasting entanglement in my messy mind.
You make me feel safe.
Like I'm at home.
For I have never found a home.
No... No place has ever felt safe.
Especially now, nothing compares to what you gift me.

We are destined to live.
At some point, we are all alive at a certain point.

But you could end your life if you wanted to.
You could live your life to the fullest if you wanted to.
You could waste all your life if you wanted to.
You could find a balance in your life if you wanted to.
But the keyword is "want".
What do you, reader, truly desire?
What do you really want?

(The best I can produce whilst I'm in my silly lil terrible state of mind, lmao! Excuse any mistakes, as per usual)

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