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Whatever, my friend.
Fear is the death dealt with love
Seen only in time.
I never intended to die. It just happened. I woke up one day, corpsey and frigid. Needless to say, hell of a way to start the day. Lost a bit of blood getting out of bed. And you complain about being stiff! Aches and pains in your joints -- sockets and balls. Complain not. With a moan and a ungodly escape of gas, I surfaced from my bedroom. Only to stop by the laundry room, rummaging to find a comfortable fit for the day -- for I wasn’t feeling to well. A slight cold.
Never have I been so swept away in the breezeway. It wind seemed to encompass me, swirling daemons feeling me up.