So much eats away at me
Like a constant wind, eroding my soul.
Peace is beyond reach.
Seemingly, Comfort is, too.
An ending.
Bang not required.
Whimper will be just fine.
Just let it be over. Soon.
I have given all.
It was never going to be enough.
Finish what was started. Work.
Settle up with those who provided life to me.
Then, an end?
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