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It's time...


--what's the matter, what's wrong my 
child?--
a voice echoed through the dark...

--Tell me the truth, what's happening?
Am I dreaming?--

--No--laughed the shadowed 
figure--Not dreaming--

--I thought I'd have more time,
I don't get it--

--Your time has come to 
take a walk with me...don't be afraid,
you're not the first, and you're definitely 
not the last...you knew this what was coming--

--You're Death, aren't you?--

--Indeed, I am...and it's time for our walk...
have no fear child...he's waiting for 
you. He's been waiting, and watching...
ever since...--

--He is...? After so many years, I thought he
would have...--

--Everyday he asks about you...and 
I always tell him the same thing...
"He still has time..."--

--...I don't know what to say...--

--Take my hand, we can talk on the way--

I walked without hesitation into the unknown...
I knew what was waiting for me...

An eternity 
with him...with my love.

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