DEATH is hanging outside my door.
I can no longer feel the chill through the depth of my pain.
I beg for sweet release.
My body lies just as I was born.
My affliction is only made worse by radiance.
Not of an angelic kind. My curses grow stronger. I have none to blame. Who has brought this madness upon me? I fear it was I. All my doing.
Curse this life. Maybe the next too.
Please make it end. There is no relief in sight..
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