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Silence.
Who can really define that state of being?
When the bids won't sing? When the wind refuses to blow? When the animals are still? When the laughter has ceased? When the tears have stopped? when everything is just...motionless?
There's a sad kind of solace there, in that place. The kind that when you taste it, you know...
It's all over.
There are no more words to be said. No more breathes are to be taken. There are no more tears to be shed. The blood just stops.
It's there, in that place, that the light and dark coincide in peaceful union. They cradle you as a mother's arms cradle her infant. This is where you don't have to fight anymore.
This...is where I come to an end.
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