I choose oblivion. I choose to enter the gloom once again for my rebirth. It could be my death, but if it is meant to be, it must. I vow not to speak again of feelings. I may fail, but I must try.
Because no one appreciates what I say. God gave you truth, he gave you signs, and you rejected everything. He will give you another chance, but you will still hold on to your false values and not repent. We will tarry no longer.
I have wasted my time on you, everyone. I pray the end of time is hardest for you because what you put me through is nothing compared to what you will go through.
He will not save your soul.
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