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Into the darkness I walk. Hand and hand with the unfathomable flock. Leaving footsteps as I stalk the docks. Hands in pockets, filled with rocks. I begin my journey with locks on my ankles. Breathing in, working against the clock. I hear my heart squawking like a trapped hawk. Inside my head, listening to the knocks. My lungs fill, balking within my plummet into the darkness. For once, I fear no rejection. In the darkness there is no direction. Only the natural selection. The perfect connection. The correction of my death in deepest, blackest of waters.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Walking, hand and hand.
Into the darkness I walk. Hand and hand with the unfathomable flock. Leaving footsteps as I stalk the docks. Hands in pockets, filled with rocks. I begin my journey with locks on my ankles. Breathing in, working against the clock. I hear my heart squawking like a trapped hawk. Inside my head, listening to the knocks. My lungs fill, balking within my plummet into the darkness. For once, I fear no rejection. In the darkness there is no direction. Only the natural selection. The perfect connection. The correction of my death in deepest, blackest of waters.
I was feeling morbid. Can you tell? O.o
Nickel
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
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