A poetical piece to emphasize/attempt to detail the dying phase.
The once beating heart grew tired and fell into eternal slumber.
As it grows silent I can hear a breath.
A breath which was too the last.
The eyes became blind to the living world; no longer able to see what they once saw.
The silence that I hear, that is my own; consumes me entirely for now I drift silently into the unknown forevermore.
Dear (Faded), Its been a while since I've written to you. I'm sorry this happened, it's just so hard to communicate anymore since the outbreak. It's been hard for everyone; especially those who are left out there with them. I'm lucky that the base is...
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My curiosity is unending yet, nothing surprises me Thought after thought after thought, I began to care less Each moment passed, no different than the last My mind a tome which the heart reads Better alone it tells me How can that be Well sit...