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Dearest Death,
  Will you not open you arms for me?
Why is it that even you, will you not welcome me?
I have been at your doorstep.
I crawled to you when I needed you the most,
but each and every time, you only made it worse,
because you rejected me.
now I face you chin up and without fear.

I yearned for your embrace, bringing warmth and oblivion,
But now I couldn't care less about the commodity of warmth.
each day I see the rising sun is one less I have to see.
I lived for those who live for themselves.
Now I'll die with those who died to themselves