Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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The crossroads of a dying breath
This sickness.
Bred in me to all its capacity.
It ruined me. It is freeing me.
How can I ever repay it?
This is the crossroads of my dying breath...
It's love for me has redeemed me from life's unloving sickness.
You have filled me with joy. I love you.
In the distance, the chimes and ticks of silent ringing.
In front of me, your arms embrace me as I fade.
Do I still wish to live?
My frail structure. Old and crippled by you.
More hallucinations. You begin to consume me.
The door begins to open, wider and yet still wider.
No more suffering. We are both...done.
