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Here i am,
sitting here,
nothing much behind...
accepting my fear
for the unknown
that lies ahead,
as i sit still
filled with dread.
Nothing but words pour
from my head,
and i feal the sore
of the undead.
Life is what we wish;
a simple kiss
of what will come...
The splendid dish
of heaven on a platter
is far from being
at death's dark hour.
And i sit here all alone
in my insanity,
finding it hard
to accept my vanity...
for nothing is left
for me to try.
I might as well
give up and die.
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