The balkanizationnof my heart has been resurrectednwith an affection that alwaysninspires, and never nngrows tirednof my dark and deadly valleys. Isnthis the end of me? I swore tonnever go back. nnIn this, thenfinest hour, my last breath ofnlife awaits me. Anticipation withnvomiting. You are something nnI ndream. You are the something thatnI must have. Truly, this is thenfinale of my suffering and thennbeginning of perpetual peace. nTruly, this is the end-thendeparture I have waited for. Mynlast chance to nnsee thisnperpetual peace. On this day, Inwill learn to love again. And so,nI am waiting to die.