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The willow tree outside my window has a dark past. As much as i have a dark past as well. My job is to take the souls of the dead and to but them back to here they belong in to the gates of hell or to the light up-of-above. I locked y heart away so i dont go inscane my self for all i have seen will kill the weakest of souls. I take my job as it cames and if it is somone I use to know i will not filch but do my job with great amer. Most poeple are a fare to die but i am the meaning of death so im not a fared to die.
For im am the meaning of death. The ballenst between the world of the dead and living lise in my hands to all time.
the angel of death
