Poem 18|Fear of the never ending

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Fear of the never ending

Does fearing life makes me a coward?
If its tiring to just go forward?
Of all the chance I dismiss
Eternal restlessness couldn't be a bliss.
When melancholy had me devoured.
And existence is no longer a reward.

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