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You wait until later tonight in the part of the night that becomes so dark that any flicker of light can show someone the total element of life gone by. In this coffin I reside underground rotting with the passing rain. Even though nobody would recognize me after all this time I think it would be nice to roam the streets again. 

She is as gentle and pure as the sea, clear like in undiscovered land. You can stare into her eyes for miles and read a great register of hope. If you deceive her she will break easily as the weight of existence breaks the backs of the completely good in nature. She is afraid of everything but her bravery shows brighter in this aspect because one who shows their soul feels the crushing intentions of reality.

It is precisely the magnitude of her beauty and softness that reveals her paradox. She is death and she is unaware that any man who clenches their grasp to her promise will only meet an untimely fate. Because so many men want to be held by her and shown the affection they lack from the time which they were born as she said she went without from the time she was born. It only pits each other to different roads leading to different somber eventualities.

Where she is now and if she is aware of her curse I will never know. I only know the bond that brought us together. Therein lies the circumstance that the shallow mind must form that the only acceptance of reclusiveness is an offset of balance to substantiate acceptance through appearance. The deal is never designed to reward the outcast. The perception of others opinion conquers love. And this is why no human being is totally pure.

So dear reader just you wait until later tonight. You might find yourself wanting to stare death in the face as well. You might find in your mirror my appearance. Because the night is not over and the stars are out and I am longing to find her again.