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    My Final Day

    The flowing specks of time are rough, like sand paper, tearing at my bones. Leaving me with nothing more than a few malignant groans. But as the fire in my eyes slowly extinguish, I look back at what I had, my soul bewitched. I wish I had taken the time to enjoy every single stich. But my life's tapestry has come to an end and the edges have begun to fray, but I chose to remember you on this my final day.