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The Magic O


I can lose myself so much more than this, believe me, I can still let go. I can be remarkable and achieve the ultimate catharsis and become angelic with the flood of pretty emotion. I am so ready for this, my entire life has been building up to this, eventually it will work. All the sea and skies shall emote from my darkened washed out eyes and all that I have ever known will flow from my tongue. It will be beautiful, like no one has ever seen, but I will be left feeling hollow and broken and tired. But it will be worth it- because in that phenomenal moment, my friends will scream and cry with me and my angel will know that I have it all in me, and I will fall on the floor- sobbing. And it will be perfection, a harmless beautiful death. I will be free from it all, yet aware of all that has happened. This will happen someday, I assure you.

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