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I love them all, my dear ones, my darlings a garden, all of them absolute roses. I am at the point of no return, the tips of my toes taunting as i stand face to face with oblivion. But who will tend my garden if i go, and love them the way i do. There is no one else, but my heart tainted. and foul, even though i have not yet crossed over, but being to close does it. Beautiful devils sway me, dizzy, im tilted, eager hands leading me by the wrist. The more money the more currupted i become, until i am a moraless man, forgetting all put the craving. I believe he will surface again, and hurt even the ones i love. I believe He will take my beloved, and destroy her. i Believe i am good, i believe my negitive charge is 3 times that of my postive. I will be defeated, but i have faith. And nothing will destroy that,

Not even me