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I'm nearing the final sand in the hour glass and there is no way to turn it over again. The sands are wet and will not fall again meaning that time is soon running out. My body grows weaker from pain and lies as my world fades to black and white. No more color of the tiger no more faces on the crowd just black and white before the end.



I wonder if I will have a moment without pain before i vanish from this dream and the memories of others, from this dark place created by my empty chest where a heart should be. How can one feel pain in something that is not there I wonder. Let the smoke take me in and the roof cave in, may i go out alone and let no one fallow. Where i go is hotter than here and maybe it's for the best.



Eternal rest eternal sleep with no pain and no cares soon i will vanish and the nineth mask will be laid to rest ... the final life of a cat who has lived too long and felt too much and caused too much to fade away into obscurity... I hope all who knew me will forget i existed it would be for the best ... for the best...