Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Breathing which increases, before ceasing to exist.

You look at peace after a year of pain,

and I begin to wonder if I've helped you somewhat.

Did I end your suffering,

or merely begin the suffering of others?

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The first would have been suffice on it's own,

but after the second, the third must follow,

and so on, and so on, and so on.

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But I got desperate.

And my desperation has landed me in a trap, 

from which I cannot escape.

I'm saving someone who never even loved me,

at the price of killing those who always did.

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At this point I don't even know why.

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