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The horizon calls me home I walk alone to it, silent. My feet swollen yet stubborn Take me true to my home. Am I a knight of penance, or - A pawn for ill fates to vent? I'll never know, I know, but still I walk to that light - my end.

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RedBrush

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Nov 3, 2018

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Tags: #short #life #mortality #death #regrets #horizon #end #living

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