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This is for the times you felt alive.

This is for the people you cared about.

This is the reason you hate,

the reason you love,

and the reason your heart still beats.



Nobody told you it was going to be easy.

You went along thinking it would be a breeze.

Big mistake.



This is your reckoning for the bad things you've done.

But this is no time for regret.

That time has come and gone my friend.

This is for the lonliness you've suffered.

For the people you denied.

This is your life in a nutshell.



Who's sorry now?

This is the beginning of the end of our lives. To enjoy and destroy as we see fit. A blast of uneducational extreme to the mind. To love to hate and to live to die. As the elevator of hope uprises so distinctly another comes unmercifully burning to the sealine. The hypnotising ways of the sea as so soundly spread the word of despair. The lines of sand but an army of thought waiting to be washed away into the memory of what could have been. The ways of the eagle far too superior for the sparrow. Sparrows cover the skyline in an endless wait to denial. Life is a circle with corners. A triangle with 6 sides and a flightless bird that watches its other from below. An explosion of self pity merely indicates anothers downcoming and uprisal in line with a show of decency. As flawless as a charcoal cinder but as steady as a wall of puppetry. To cut down and desire as one may find. To reject with remorce but let show of no regret. A simple complication of the mind. Intertwining needs struggle for comfort of the providers, non-compliant to the truth of the night rays of justice in its former self. One soldiers victory is but anothers defeat. It is a endless tunnel with a glint of hope at the end with only the salt in your wounds for guidance. As they continue through to find their fate, fate will continue to hide itself. It is cheating, it's a trick, there is no trophy to grasp at the end of the worn track of heart beats and breathing.





There is no easy way out. There is no easy answer.



There is no answer to begin with.

The sound of the waves crashing distinctly reminded her of her childhood. The steady build up of her happiness. The feeling of having no responsibilities. Everything rolls up, hesitates, and comes crashing down in less than a string of time. These sounds were the last she would ever hear of a life that has so quickly passed her by. As the book on her life slowly drifts shut, she sits in silence. In rememberance of times past. Completely at peace she releases the trigger that holds so much restraint, leaving her less than perfect life behind. Her body left in a pool of crimson desire, never to be found. All she leaves behind is a portrait of her memory. A moment captured in time, turned sepia from years passed. For with her last breath she was, the happiest soul in the world.