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It's quiet here in this hotel room...All that was is now gone except for the memories of days that gave me reason to live. How easy it would be to give up... All that has been lost and so swiftly... I wonder of God and Satan as they call them... If this is what it's like for them... This empty... Thrusting my angel from me was the hardest thing I've done, but she will find more strength in this than I... How welcome death is in my mind... But I breathe... For another heart beats in my dreams... Confusion fills my thoughts on her interaction with me in them... My hands move without thinking when she is threatened and nothing matters anymore when her hand sits on my cheek... But that hand must leave, as all things end... And I'm brought back to this cold, quiet room...

They speak of being ready to help... To be an ear or shoulder for me... Yet nothing can help... I have to find strength again... I have to be a god... For if I can't, my angelic sacrifice was for nothing... And this solitude... This cold... This... Empty... Is for nothing...