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My son, my executioner
My son, my killer, I hold you in my arms, you start to stir, you crush my immortality with your cries and hunger.
"Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality"
Youth? Life? Where did it all go? All in my new son.
My sweet little baby. He has shown me true mortality. I know I cannot protect him forever, and from now on, I am truly dead.
While I may not be really dead, knowing I will leave my son is killing me inside. He has so many exhausting needs, but seeing life in you, I die.
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