Silence is what I crave. Death is my immortal sin. A beautiful suicide awaits me in time. Cigarette ashes will be my grave. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. It will be final. And complete in its misconception of hurt and agony. Nothing compares to the wanting of your final breath. A reflection of spirituality and the nothing I've become. A melody of
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