Madness string 3469

Random mermaid
You will die, but not today, and not tomorrow either. You still want to be heard, and have things to say, and thus you will live. You will live to say what you need to say, and you will find those who need to listen, and you will make them listen. You are not ready to die.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes, nothing remains.