Anonymous
7/8/2025, 4:14:18 PM No.81756008
Come sweet death and take me away. I hear our mother's call, nonexistance. Through human selfishness we were removed from her womb and thrust, kicking and screaming, into torment. Come sweet death and extend your hand, so you may lead me back to mother, like a lost child with a kind stranger. I call out to you to come in the night, while I'm asleep and return me to her, like a sleeping child being carried back to it's bed by it's father. Mother nonexistance, how long must your son wait? Too long.
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