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Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 923
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Senior Member
Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 923
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Dying, feeling, holding on,
to grasp is all thats left,
But it matters not,
For hope was never there.
The moment is the last,
enjoy it, enjoy death,
death is all thats left,
nothing mattered anyway.
Cold eyes linger,
the last sight,
until the unknown,
Death was always coming.
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decided to write this poem for some reason after reading "man sitting all alone"
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