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  • It seems my brain activity has ceased. I’ve hurt you; unconditionally of course. Yet your pain has brought a supernatural awareness to my thoughts and an irreversible ache in my heart. Is this the true meaning of Capital Punishment? My cowardice, desertion and insubordination contributing to my own mortality. And somehow, my own consciousness ceases to exist.

    Upon first glance my external examination suffices. It’s this unregulated heart of mine; which, want’s so much, asks much more and at the same time denies the truth to sustain disambiguation. It’s as if I am sleepwalking my way through life; blinded by the clutter of decomposed thoughts that has occupied most of the space between my ears. I know my excuses are expired and my euphemisms are only a coy to cover what my heart won’t tell.

    Just know this cadaver of mine mourns with you. My death requires your breath, your attention and your forgiveness of this phenomenon. Rigor Mortis has set in-I can’t seem to move, my pulse is weak, these faint respirations have me gasping; as the thought of losing you kills me and the thought of loving you is like the resurrection; as my heartbeat sometimes ceases and restarts.
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