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Im walking in this field, it seems ive been walking for days, and for some reason Im not getting anywhere. Im tired, thirsty, and most of all...afraid. I dont know when this will end, so I end it myself. I lie down to hasten the inevitable, and meet death half way. The sun is on my face, and it burns ever so slightly. As the light dims, and the last breath of air my body can muster up the strength to gather leaves the presence of my lungs....the voice of a seraphim resonates throughout my being. The four words that are destined to show me the path back to life...I CAN HELP YOU. I feel a mass of some sorts lift me off the ground. I'm moving, not congnisant of my future destination, only knowing that it will soon be over. I awaken to find myself in a room so luxurious, that one wonders about its creation. Sitting across the room is a beautiful woman. Her hair of a dark, raven color, with eyes the color of an unmolested sea in which no one will ever set sail on. Her milky white skin seemed to mold well with her dress. All I can think is "Perfection." This is what Im striving for. This woman. I walk toward her only to thank her and ask my whereabouts. No reply. I thank her again and announce that I must be on my way. "You can not leave." she says. You can never leave. Everything begins closing in. Walls, ceiling, floor, the whole house. She's not the same woman anymore. Fiery red eyes, pasty white skin, golden blond hair. I fall to my knees begging for forgiveness. I've been foresaken. Some greater power has chosen to ruin my path of life. As I begin to weep and think of the lack of life in which I hadn't lived, the demoness offers her hand. I gently grasp it and pull it to my face, muttering the word "Why?" I awake to find myself back in the field. The sun still blaring on my face. My eyes are weak and squinting, however, I can make out a figure looming over me. I fully open my eyes and see that the figure is me....I'm watching my self die. We all are.
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