final peace
I'm tired. Why won't they let me rest? All I want to do is lie in bed, empty bottle in hand, close my eyes, feel the peace, and find eternal rest. Half of me inside is already empty, the other half is rotting. I just ask to be able to rest before I go. To enjoy a few last hours. To breathe a few last minutes.
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