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January 15?/2000

Tell me. when will I die? I need to know. The exact year. The exact date. The exact hour. The exact minute. The exact second. So then I will know. This will be what it feels like to be at peace. How far am I? Years? Months? Days? Hours? Or minutes? Time goes by so slowly. But I'll wait for the time to come. I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything. If you would only tell me that. How I despise how your life can chagne from one moment to another. One minute, the wrold is one. The next, it is crumbling beneath your touch. Your touch - is death. Yet I still want to feel your skin beside mine.