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VICTIM


Life is nothing more than Suffering pleasure, our lives but a single thread woven in time. Death is nothing more than Inevitable, the only fate One is guaranteed. Both inescapable, Neither cruel. But the one Perceived as such is Misunderstood. It reaps Without bias, it gives Mercy to those suffering Living; Is nothing more than Scissors snipping a thread of a Life lived too long. Death is salvation Hidden by fear, the fear of living.
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