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My Final Confession
I AM FADING FROM AN INFESTATION I CAN NOT CONTROL, YET IT IS A DESEASE I HAVE MANUFACTURED MYSELF. INVOLENTARY SELF MUTILATION TRANSFORMS INTO AN UNWANTED SUICIDE, STRICTLY FORBIDDEN CONSTENT OFFERS FOR IMMEDIATE HELP. CONFUSED BY THE MIRROR IMAGE OF MANIPULATION, REMINISCING ON THE TEARS NEVER SHED, A HORRIBLE AND DIGUSTING TRUTH. A SOUL VOID OF ALL POSSESIONS, FOREVER LOST, HAVE GAINED ABSOULUTLEY NOTHING THEREFORE HAVE ABSOULUTLEY NOTHING TO LOSE. LIVING NIGHTMARES BEFORE DIENG IN DREAMS, THESE TRIALS A SISTORTED ILLUSION OF SELFIOUS SARIFICE, MY DESTINY NEVER REVEALED. DISCOVERING THE TOMB IN WHICH I SEEK, DESCENDING THE STEPS INTO ETERNITY, THE TRUTH THAT RIDDLED MY DEATH IS NOW FOREVER CONCEALED. MY CONCIENSCE UNABLE TO REGISTER THE HEARTAHE OTHERS MAY FEEL, SUICIDAL TEMPTATION INEVITABLE, A REGRETABLE DEATH I MYSELF DESPISE. MY BROKEN HEART, AN AMPUTATED ORGAN, MY SOUL A BURNING NOOSE, WHICH LONG AGO HAS BEEN BRAIDED, KNOTTED AND TIED. MY LIFES STORY HAS BECOME A VACANT JOURNAL, THEE POETIC TRAGEDY, A WRITTEN OBITURARY THAT LEADS TO MY FABLED FINAL DESTINATION. THESE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS HAVE REPELLED ME FROM CERTAIN FAITH, LOOKED FOR DEATH TO EASE MY PAIN AND GRANT ME ENTERNAL SALVATION. MY LEGACY HAS SURVIVED WITHIN AN ABYESS OF MISDIRECTION, CAUSING ONLY DISAPPOINTMENT, LET THIS BE MY COMFORT, MY LAST WRONG DESICION. SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED, ALLOW ME TO NOW FACE MY FINAL JUDGEMENT, FOR THIS IS MY FINAL CONFESSION.
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