The End

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The end is near for I have no fear of death for it feels like the only escape of the nightmare I see beyond me with the eyes I weld and wish had not

for the sight of my end is so rare for someone like me to do but how would you know

for I was a cloud alone raing tears until the end I fear but not to fear at all for it will bring happiness to my dear for I have left him to live his life with out me

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