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And I say unto thee, wearily I know not when it will end The realm of darkness, a growing sphere Where times lies down to spend      Exalted standers, enter near In the same mystical space as I But Lo! The horizon does approacheth Over-all they do or ever did try      Loudly I say, how do I perceive it? The True Greatness that occupies... A blessed vision, they do not think of Though it looms before their eyes      I yell unto thee, fearful Warning you and beings to surrender I cannot look down and ignore the darkness So be it, I shall, forever
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Horizons
And I say unto thee, wearily I know not when it will end The realm of darkness, a growing sphere Where times lies down to spend      Exalted standers, enter near In the same mystical space as I But Lo! The horizon does approacheth Over-all they do or ever did try      Loudly I say, how do I perceive it? The True Greatness that occupies... A blessed vision, they do not think of Though it looms before their eyes      I yell unto thee, fearful Warning you and beings to surrender I cannot look down and ignore the darkness So be it, I shall, forever
Written March 10th 2017 in a dark place, this is what happened.
#fear#sad#dying#sadness#death#dark#darkness#fears#fearing#fearful
rl-glassman
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
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