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Only a day more.

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Flip the rusty pages of old journals and diaries. Sniff the life of them, in my soul. A parting gift from the faded memories of a life lived. Write a handwritten letter to the beloved,one last time stringing the words together in an ode. Read my favourite book,tracing my fingers along the letters, embracing them before bidding them a farewell. Cook a wholesome meal and savour it before the dusk dawns and along with it the termination of a life. Feel the touch of warm sunshine on my skin,before transcending into the looming darkness that awaits. Scrutinize souvenirs from every place visited, soaking in the beauty, a memory of a lifetime. Play that one song, emanating the warmth of a youthful radiance. Sit by the windowsill, contemplating not the end, but the ethereal worldliness. Take a placid nap, bidding adieu to the ephemeral ties and material possessions. Eventually, embrace death, leaving behind everything but gratitude.
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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