In The End
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1 min readMay 4, 2019
In the stillness of the night,
wintry star-lit sky,
frosty air chilling my spine.
I fold my hands knowing,
nothing was ever mine.
In the eerie elderly forest,
empty dark roads,
the white owl soars.
I walk slowly knowing,
this moment is not mine.
In the gloominess of my mind,
sunken bloodshot eyes,
stare into future not bright.
I stop breathing knowing,
this step is the last of mine.
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