As we sprint toward the light we sometimes find our self tripng and falling farther and farther into the black abiss that never ends in sorrows and never ending depression. I look towards the fleeding light and reach out and take a hold pulling my self back togther so i can sprint on
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Life Dances With Death
Randomshort poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it
