you are never alone.



The days pass and her eyes are heavy on her weary mind. She wonders if this is what it's like to feel alone, to be alone. She sits frozen in a fast paced hell. And while she cries her black tears, she sings.


Smoke appears. She looks death in the face and whispers, “I'm ready.'


“No one is ever ready.”, it replies.


Frightened and confused, she stands.


“What do you want most?”, death asks.


She wraps her frail arms around herself. “To be held by someone that loves me.”, she mumbles weakly.


Her tired eyes watch as death dissolves and God appears with open arms.


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