Death Melody {Haitus}
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Last published Thu, Apr 4, 2019
We all die, and as we die, a soft melody can be heard. Each one has a different Melody because each has a story, it's what make us different after all. None can hear their melody. But I can hear it, see how, when and where they die. I can hear your death melody, but I don't want you to go.
"Death isn't an easy word, Mika"
"You're trying to kill yourself, yet you fear death?!"
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