It was like a rinse and repeat.

A loop that curved , dipped, diverted and even broke.

But no matter how many times I would figure out  how the chain worked and maneuvered it's way through each person I had known, the ending was always the same.

We were all going to die in the end,

including me.

There was peace in dying at the end. I felt no fear when my lungs shattered inside of my skin, my breath has disappeared with everything my eyes saw slowly turning black around me

because I knew that I would come back.

And I did again,

again

and again.

This too I would forget as it's not my place to remember that I would die,
but that I knew I had to.