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She was beautiful and kind. her name is death and she is more alone than all of us, she shows Mercy for the weary hearted and sickest Minds. we take walks from time to time amongst the tombs of long forgotten souls.. we have long talks about those below our feet or above as ghosts but when we speak of the Dead she always holds my
hand to let me know I am not one of the Damned.