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When death comes all things become worthless your fate will disappoint you one day and you will be struck by the same sadness that you felt you will cry like children clutching your black heart for this world does not last for anyone I promise you that I feel that I am in darkness endless darkness and every time I struggle to get out of it I find myself sinking into it more and more my heart's excess does not know anyone as if you took a piece from me I wish you knew that I built you from the darkness of my heart and planted evil in your inside my evil