
I wanted you to speak, beg for your life before I decide to take it and toss it to the wind. My pen is ready, aiming to destroy your very existence until you are nothing but a shadow in the corners of my mind.
But I wanted you to choose. I wanted to buy you time if that is the last good thing I would have to do in this earth, the world I created. The world where you belong. You realize by now how generous I am. Yet as much as my generosity could take you to the next bend, my patience will become the last nail to your coffin for I have none of it. You should be grateful I am giving you time to make up your mind.
You only have two options: Speak now or forever hold your peace.
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