Exitz - leaving, dying.
The best of the best hurt the most...
You fight it; but in the end resides the fragrance of poetic justice and all is well with you, your soul; mind and mainly you now own peace for eternity.
Admiration is yours toward those who's pains you know not; if you did your admiration would cease.
Seek happy nights, through happy days and always believe in love and magic...after all...that is that which has created you - equaling life...
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