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sun shines bright
Behind a patch of fog, While the rest remain dark And things hide in this bog. The worn dirt trail Travels up the foggy Mountain, My back aches from the struggle So I bread at the spring, as if a fountain. My mind filled with nostalgia My heart beats at such a pace That by body trembles At this personal quake I grab at my chest "What's going on?" And I fall to my knees Like the devils' injured spawn. Darkness surrounds my skull My arms and my feet I know my eyes are open But I no longer breathe. I wish I could talk Because I'm still thinking My body's not responding And I feel like I'm drifting. I'M NOT DEAD! But what then? "I'M NOT DEAD!!!!" This is not the end. |
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