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A relief!
To be isolated so much so,
I can die today,
This very moment!
Not a single soul would know…

If anyone wonders how and why I’m so sure of this,
Look at my call logs and check the conversations I was having.
Ask yourself,
“Who did he call and who called him last?”
Peek at my final few poems for a better understanding…

It’s all I’ve had to live for.
Just a journal and a pen as my shield & sword.
Labeled a monster to be pocketed within Earth’s soil as deep as I can go,
Through another form of steel while swarmed!
By demons trying to take my soul…
A feat God would not allow to be reached,
Especially by hands covered in blood from who they call their own…

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