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Dying
I'd like to be swept away by you.
Crushed into something solid; until every feeling in my body is gone.
Bones break and flesh cut, blood drips, slides down my body leaving the ground discolored.
I want to be found next to death itself.
Being taken away from earth to some place far from here,
where nothing can hurt me again; a place of golden light where music is heard from the wings of angels that pass me fly.
