Some days the sky seems so clear it almost looks as if the clouds are reflective, and I can see forever.

Others, the mirror is smudged and I can barely see past my nose.

Take it all in stride my dear; most of us are lucky to have the days we do.

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I am the reason your days are numbered.

I end happiness, love, life. I break families apart and dash childhood dreams like water on a candle. I’m cruel. So cruel. Why do I do this? How can I stop? I can’t, Mother Nature and Father Time won’t let me. I keep going, keep going- losing myself as I pick people up. Stop. Please stop. Except for... no, no exceptions. Never any exceptions.

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I try to do my best for those around me. I end sickness, and take away the pain of those suffering. I don’t discriminate, don’t hate, and am not malicious. Everyone goes. I always try to get the one with a bad record first, though that doesn’t always seem to work out. I give everyone as long as I can before... the inevitable.

I don’t do it by choice! It’s all truly, just numbers. Some of you just have more time than others, and I apologize profusely to those I can’t give more time to.