Death

She hates her life so much that no matter how much she is scared of death – the last breath of human existence – the very thought of death being the release and setting one free from the unbearable agony of living welcomes it at any moment. It is sad and still beautiful – she grasped the depth of death: instead of being scared of the end, she welcomes the beginning of all existence (even if it may only be for a short while before the new entrapment).

She understands the crying poet wishing death upon himself – it is the only way a human can slide silently into freedom, absolute liberty.

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