Await not, my love, for our time together is limited, like borrowed hours slipping through our fingers.
What untruth shall I weave to shield you from the painful reality?
As I lie devoid of a body, the funeral bell tolls, signaling the arrival of the reaper.
Here I lie, a mere corpse, and it is upon my grave that you must tread.
Within it rests my epitaph, an offering to bring you some solace amidst the anguish I have left behind.
The death bell tolls, but it is not your voice that answers its call. Goodbye, my beloved, as I bid you farewell.
Perhaps I exist now only in the realm of your memories, a lingering presence reminding you of the love we shared, eternally engraved within your heart and soul.
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BigPhaze
I am a Social Scientist, specifically a student of Political Science. I attend Obafemi Awolowo University, Nigeria. Writing is a tool of exploration for me. I hope you'll stick around for my journey into uncharted territories.
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