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I hurt.
I grieve.
I ache.
Death’s fingers crawl all over me.
I’ve drifted off into a darkness,
a darkness I can’t explain.
A darkness I can’t escape.
It sucks me in like a black hole,
not wanting to let go.
It makes me remember times
that I wanted to put away forever.
Why is death doing this to me?
It makes me watch the most horrible.
It makes my eyes bleed.
I’ve tried and tried,
and tried and tried,
to escape this terrible darkness.
But looking on the positive,
I just can’t do.
Because a piece of me will be missing forever.
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