Can you see the light at the end of the tunnel? I can, and its getting closer and I'm not moving. But even as I stand there, knowing my fate, I remain there. I can feel nothing and yet I can feel everything. You can't see the light anymore but thats because you are not in my active tunnle. You are in your peacfull dormant one. It's quiet there and it hasn't been used in a while. So, as I stand here my light gets closer, and you walk leserly along the tracks into the sun and breeze out side. Then the light is gone from me. And now I am with you in the sweet freedom of death.
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Random Stuff I Write
PoetryThis is just a random collection of the things i write when i am bored. PLEASE NOTE: THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN ALOT IF SAD AND DEPRESSING WORK! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO DEPRESSING WRITING!!!
