06.01.08
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My life ends here. I need inspiration to go on. Someone to fight for, someone to make me strong. So I could live longer, so I could find hope.
My life ends here. And I have not lived long enough. Who would have thought it would happen to me. Not to anyone else. Only to me. And I am alone in this fight, battling against death. Death that comes to me, so swift and ruthless, inescapable, direct. Death leads to me, and there is no way can I run away. And I am alone, all alone.
I never thought it would be I; I thought it would be someone else. But it is I. Only I.
In time I have to face it. Time that is so soon. I need someone to be my inspiration, someone to make me strong. Someone to make me feel I am not alone.
But it is I, only I, who is next in line. So soon is the time to say goodbye. Goodbye to life, hello to eternity, to the never-ending, to timelessness…..
Finally I would know if there is life after death. Finally I would know what all who lived and are living have been asking for, what is next to life on earth. Finally I would know the answer, if there is God or none, or if there is forever.
Maybe, just maybe, forever there is, when I die.
