Under night close
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned –
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
– My fellow race –
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
Brandon 28 days now 35 minutes from now I received a call.............I'm sitting here not knowing what to do I have a lot of anger right now you were dying at this time and she didnt call ohhhhhh Brandon why??????? I love you and miss you so much..I leave your bedroom light on just so I can feel your presence
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