Passing

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~Passing~

An empty void, what once was mine.

Darkness enveloping me in the knick of time.

I am now just a shadow, an inky blotch.

The end is what I yearn to watch.

A journey on a broken road,

to walk in the steps of those long old.

All around me: judgemental, glassy eyes,

That belong to the people who see through my lies.

My mind is spinning, it all makes sense.

These misty figures to be my friends.

I am long gone from your wretched world.

And to the depths I have been hurled.

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