Lost in the sunset, the whispers faded away. As the silence grew closer, the cherubs floated up to the moon. In a pale embrace, a dozen blue eyes turned to gray. I can barely wait for the day. The day when forgiving angels greet me, and they say that death is but a myth. That a new day awaits me, after I climb a crimson cliff. That my surname surpasses me, even if in a void. Maybe there's a John or a Jack, or a Sasha and a Zach. Somewhere, my flesh and blood awaits me. But the instant I found it, there'd be no coming back. For now I'll crack a joke, and flash a crooked smile too. Just know that the reason I still live, is only thanks to you.
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