manuscriptx
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Stood on the plane, walked the fine line and never strayed from it. He thought to himself: it's not like I killed someone. It's not like I drove a hateful spear in someone's side. Caressing the golden lace around his neck, he winced, I praise the one who left me broken down and paralyzed; and I'm to believe he did this all for me?
Not a chance.
I prove much stronger than he is durable ever last and holding the cross. My cancer has metastasized. Clenched fists, I buried them under nails of dirt, hard rock, steel and stone, bleeding from broken bones, pierced skin; dirty fingers, dry hands and dirty thoughts of suicide. Rein holder was a mess on that day, and unfortunately he never got better. He died, eventually. And when he did I took his pain to heart. I liked to see him suffer. It offered him no excuses, no regrets, no wondering what was another day? Just a long and winding unfortunate set of circumstances he didn't want to wish on himself much less anyone else.
It could be me someday. I know it just as the rest of you. One day on a night when you're all alone. Time flies by as the crow dies. They never get swept under the rug, nor are they buried alongside warriors of respect. Their mates eating and gnawing on their rotting flesh until mere bones, returned to the earth in high style. We were together, like blood brothers, like shadows and ships that pass through the night that never move. Now he's gone, and gone soon too goes my imagination, my thoughts of suicide, and my hopes for a better life. Rein holder was a mystery, just a simple mystery to me.
Not a chance.
I prove much stronger than he is durable ever last and holding the cross. My cancer has metastasized. Clenched fists, I buried them under nails of dirt, hard rock, steel and stone, bleeding from broken bones, pierced skin; dirty fingers, dry hands and dirty thoughts of suicide. Rein holder was a mess on that day, and unfortunately he never got better. He died, eventually. And when he did I took his pain to heart. I liked to see him suffer. It offered him no excuses, no regrets, no wondering what was another day? Just a long and winding unfortunate set of circumstances he didn't want to wish on himself much less anyone else.
It could be me someday. I know it just as the rest of you. One day on a night when you're all alone. Time flies by as the crow dies. They never get swept under the rug, nor are they buried alongside warriors of respect. Their mates eating and gnawing on their rotting flesh until mere bones, returned to the earth in high style. We were together, like blood brothers, like shadows and ships that pass through the night that never move. Now he's gone, and gone soon too goes my imagination, my thoughts of suicide, and my hopes for a better life. Rein holder was a mystery, just a simple mystery to me.