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O death come greet me in your arms,
Where the cure of my heart lies hidden.
Pull me in your sphere,
To redeem me from blades unbidden.
Salvage me from this version of actuality,
Where my gashes know only heartache and treachery.
Free me from worldly ties
That snapped my brittle existence into dust.
Take me to your tranquil pit,
where the end feels lighter than unbearable pain.
A/N: @shaguftawrites this poem is for you, my dear.
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