I would spend hours counting all the deaths in my head.
Eventually reaching into the millions.
After a while, I lost track.
The harbinger of death finally stepped on a crack.
Dead dogs in deep ditches.
Peewees in pesticide plagued playgrounds.
These were my feeding grounds.
Sneaking around in the dead of night like a rogue
collecting the souls of those no longer in vogue.
This was my routine for ages
probably since the time of the sages,
but something changed,
I met this girl who has barely aged
and every time I got called to her,
her death was staged.
It weighed heavy on my mind.
I couldn’t fathom why she wanted to die.
I had to send her back time and time again.
It left me with this immeasurable pain.
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