The Beauty of Dying.

Can you feel it?

The dead weight of your legs from the sleeping pills, the dizziness from the alcohol, the soft throbbing of your pulse as blood is pumped out of you wrist?

That's it.

That's what we've been waiting for, that's the quiet comfort.

The Beauty of Dying.

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