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It was like watching myself, again and again and I could only wish I had one more chance.

To feel what they feel right now.

That sweet sacrilege of pain.

Drifting down.

Like all embodiments of Christ and His Body and Blood are just bruises on you skin and leukemia.

The hurt won't last too long.

But it fucking will.

So let it go.

Hell is here

He'll be here.

And you'll be here.

And we will spend every moment for the rest of eternity together.

Talking.

It was like watching myself, again and again and I could only wish I had one more chance. To feel what they feel right now. That sweet sacrilege of pain. Drifting down. Like all embodiments of Christ and His Body and Blood are just bruises on you skin and leukemia. The hurt won't last too long. But it fucking will. So let it go. Hell is here He'll be here. And you'll be here. And we will spend every moment for the rest of eternity together. Talking.

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The air cold and crisp.

Chirping crickets play a symphony.

The bullfrogs sing as hidden things take wing.

Silent contemplation staring into flames.

Pop and a crackle as the oak log shifts.

Embers floating towards the stars.

Warmth from the flames.

Silence again.