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The End
HSA (08-02-19994 / Kansas)

The End

Its not the end I fear...
Its not the thought of moving on.
Its the chance that what I find is nothing but an epmty abyss of total darkness.
The thought that all I am, everything I'll ever be, will end in a thoughtless vastness with nothing left of the real me.
That this spark of my soul, this person I am with flash out like a candle at the end of its wick.
I believe in God, and I believe in the Devil... But I can't seem to help but wonder whether or I will simply flicker out and cease to be...

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