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Dearest Death,

This is the start of a beautiful end. I've always looked forward to the thrill of what could be. Life is a tapestry of false hopes and whispered lies, and I find myself craving your silent, sweet embrace. I know you will come, an inevitable tide, and I've always found solace in your certainty. Life wounds, not because of your arrival, but because of its own inherent pain.

I think I've found a fragile hope blooming amidst the gray and decaying ruins of my soul. Out of all the hues of existence, who could have foreseen that violet would be the first true light I witnessed? It burned with such intensity that all other lights pale in comparison, mere shadows of its brilliance. I already accept your cold embrace; however, if she were death itself, I would tear through the very fabric of life to reach her side.

The brightest souls are often the most wounded, forever feeling unseen, unknown, and unloved. They bear the weight of the world, believing they are the burden, when in truth, they are the very solution. Some wander through life, never finding their true counterpart, settling for fleeting moments and hollow echoes. Some discover "the one," only to find that a piece of themselves must wither and die to nurture their happiness.