Possibly, my good lord, may the dead sleep.

Possibly, my good lord, may the dead sleep.

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And so the weary traveler rest upon a bed of silk and hay, closing their eyes and taking a long breath before slowly floating away, aflame with the melancholy tears of the dead, ghosts watching over their journey, rising to greet them.
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all of the light went out. i could see the light but i could never walk towards it. i loved the feel of the sun...but i was never allowed in it. i wouldnt melt like the others, and i wouldnt sparkle like the others and i would criple in pain. i would fight it...but i didnt want to hurt those closest to me, thats why i didnt let him in. we were so close, they all thought that we were together...even he was confused. i was confused...i cannot afford to hurt him. he means so much to me and yet i have only known him for such a little time. i guess to escape the darkness...all i need to do is open my eyes.

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