Free Write Two

     Oh, how often I yearn to be nothing more than the death of a star, one last burst of gleaming glory. Simple, uncomplicated, yet beautiful and everlasting in my absence. But it is a selfish thought. Just as soon as the idea forms itself in my tired mind, the memories rush in. I am my loved ones, and I would never wish the end upon them, as I fear it with a fierceness shadowing all else. 


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