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Everyone dies. There is no avoiding what waits at the end of the road. Try as you might, there is no preventing what will come. Though hope may still a frightened heart, though tender voices may make the passing easier, there is still no stopping it. Even for me, there was no fighting Death's cold hand. However, some die in far more mysterious ways than others. The ones I loved can not say for sure whether or not I died at the tender age of eighteen, but I know for sure, my passing was fact. My death was that of unnatural means. One must know what it means to be spirited away to truly know what it is I endured. My eyes were special, crimson hues capable of spotting the things that did not belong on the world's canvas. And it is because of this gift, this curse, that they came for me. One by one, I managed to flee, to get away. But this one, his appearance that of a male, ensnared me. His eyes carried sadness. And although I knew what end this would bring, I let him connect with me regardless. The boy's darkness was far too great, and a mere day after I befriended him, I began to slip out of the reality I had been born in. Before I knew it, the blindfold had been placed over my eyes and he had taken my hand and dragged me into the other world. It smelt of withering grass and rust. I could hear the beasts, but the blindfold kept my eyes closed, kept my sanity in. But I knew then, that I would never see those I loved again. Inside that world, the boy left me. And there I lost myself.Multimedia
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My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
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