I will die tonight. In my sleep. And I will be gone, and in peace. I am a blip and a whore, and tonight I am gone from here. Slowly and softly. Please cause me no pain. Harshness will awaken me, and I wish to be asleep when I go.
Please, please, please let me be gone. Let me have died.
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rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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