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I sit here dwelling, waiting for the inevitable.

For that day that a piece of me is taken away.

One by one everything I hold dear will be taken away,

Until I am a shell of who I was before. Nothing but the 

Pain of memories playing in my head and no matter how

much I cry and ask god to forgive me, it will be the end 

Because nothing is forever and nothing will be the end.