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bearer of death

No Executioner, just the bearer of bad news, i took that pain but tripled yours, its been awhile, my guilt still holds, your wounds seemed to open wider and intensify, I have yet to further Einsteins theory, let alone prove it, almost two months and six years later, double that still doubt anything will change, no notion of hope left, apologizing will not take away the guilt, and will not scratch the surface of your pain, it has already been put in motion, already set in stone, Newtons law, i can not take back what i said, i still remember my own messenger, but i delivered death onto you, i can not take that away, cannot make your pain subside, nothing can heal but time, and still even that is against me, guilt rises as the calendar passes, yet another day week month year, staying a part aches the guilt trembles, but never could i comprehend yours, what have i done what have i said, i wish i could take it all away, if only i could turn back time, for your sake not mine, words are a reflection of painful memories, and i wish it would been me, to save you from your troubles, instead shoot the messenger, shot myself, lost two that night, still never can i hope to ease your pain, never can i turn back the clock.

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