Category : Diary/Journal

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Death stares me in the eye. He’s come to take me and I’m willing to let him. He’s not used to willingness. I lie there on the bed, feeling the blood pour out of my wrists, feeling light headed and seeing the light fade. I hear death speak,
“You aren’t fighting me?”
I shake my head “no” and he sighs. He holds out his hand and I feel my body stop moving, but now I’m standing staring at my lifeless body. I say nothing at the body and turn to death welcoming his cold hand. He stares at me with questioning eyes. I look back into deaths eye and say,
“Set me free, please.” 
He grabs my hand with his cold bony hand replies,
“As you wish.” And leads me into the darkness.