Each day passes. The weight of her abandoning me after using me in numerous ways will not heal. I can feel the tightness in my chest and pain down my left arm each day increasing. I wish truly for this pain to take me. To end this suffering so that this life can truly end and rest. For my funeral halls and the site of my grave to stay empty for I could hold no one and no one would have me to hold or to give any form of care to. If I die in the next coming days then all shall be well. No one will ever know why. No one will chase me down to stop me. No one will plead or scream to cease this course of action. It will just be a silent passing. Only I will be the one to weep.
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