Given Up

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The beat of the heart slows

The room blurs

A smile graces the unknown victim

Eyes shut in anticipation

And then the heart stops completely

No more pain,

laughter,

Or hatred

Only weightlessness

All alone

Alone

Finally a chance to stop

A gather of moans are heard in the distance

No longer alone

Trapped with the tortured souls that preceded thee

The moans grow closer

The spirit shrinks knowing it was a mistake

No takebacks

This shall live on for all eternity

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