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The last thing he saw was a smile.The last thing he felt was a hand taking his, that one touch from his god drowning out any pain. It did not matter if his death had any meaning, if anyone remembered, if anyone cared. It did not matter, because he died side by side with the only thing he had ever believed in, with the only man he had ever believed in and, skeptic though he was, that was enough

justalotoffeelings Sat 26 Jan 2013 06:57AM UTC
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