I'm writing my story.
The story of the life I have lived.
The pains that out-weigh the joys.
The tears that fell from these lonely eyes.

The choice of ending is puzzling.
It has to be finished minutes before the last time these sorrowful eyes close.

How can this be done you might ask for we never know when that unavoidable end comes.

If I have to write it, the only way is for a tragic suicide that ends the pain.
A final pain that may lead to the euphoric salvation I hope awaits.
If I what lies beyond is not the salvation i hoped for then it would be just one more disappointment.
But...the very last disappointment.

Then there is another option for an ending...
You.
If you hold my hand.
You have the power and the ability to finish what I cannot do alone.
For you can write the ending after I'm gone.
A natural way.
Not having to play God in order to finish the book.

You decide.
The ball is in your court.
"Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate." - David Pratt
The story of the life I have lived.
The pains that out-weigh the joys.
The tears that fell from these lonely eyes.

The choice of ending is puzzling.
It has to be finished minutes before the last time these sorrowful eyes close.

How can this be done you might ask for we never know when that unavoidable end comes.

If I have to write it, the only way is for a tragic suicide that ends the pain.
A final pain that may lead to the euphoric salvation I hope awaits.
If I what lies beyond is not the salvation i hoped for then it would be just one more disappointment.
But...the very last disappointment.

Then there is another option for an ending...
You.
If you hold my hand.
You have the power and the ability to finish what I cannot do alone.
For you can write the ending after I'm gone.
A natural way.
Not having to play God in order to finish the book.

You decide.
The ball is in your court.

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