Authors note

I was never scared of death... I had accepted it long ago. From the day I saw my father closing in on me with murder in his eyes.

And now years later when I am finally dying, giving myself into the arms of the being promising blissful and eternal peace...

For some reason, in these last fleeting moments, I wish for someone to save me, to give me a reason, a hope, another chance to live... not survive like I've been doing but truly breathe, feel and enjoy life.

Someone to love me.

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"When you believe death is the end, freedom to all your troubles and your best friend but then one day death itself becomes the reason to live, it becomes more than just a friend."