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May 2013
Is this it?

is this all?

just getting up
each time we fall...

afraid to live
too scared of death
****** by both
by ev'ry breath

no hangmans noose
no guillotine
just the bitter taste
of the end unseen

the open grave
headstone unsigned
as time runs out
and underlined

farewell goodbye
let's part our ways
and dream once more
the end of days
Written by
DieingEmbers
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