And when Death finally finds me, I hope it comes without fear.
Taking my hand like someone who already knows how tired
I have become.
I hope it whispers: you do not have to carry it anymore...
Then let every burden slip gently from my shoulders...
No more proving, no more enduring, no more pretending to be strong...
Just a place where the world grows still, where the weight is gone...
and my weary heart is finally allowed to rest...
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