Gone

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Circling, spiraling, into the endless abyss

Neverthemore do I see, because I cease to exist

Their eyes, peering and staring, into my eternal soul

The more I see their eyes, the more it makes me whole

Life, slowly draining within their presence

The stars and skies, slowly make their lives towards you

Pain, PAIN, pain.

Nothing more than simple pain

All of the eyes that stared towards me

Now stare on in slight disbelief

Now I'm lost in their enteral disappointment.

Never knowing how long I have left.

I try,

And try

AND TRY

But no matter how hard I stride...

They'll always die

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