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In the dead of night not a person in sight  I walk the street of unending sorrows  My tears are streams of countless pain I walk, fists clenched, dragging the shovel My feet takes me to an unknown land Leafless trees and cold hard stones Stones with names I do not know Names that mark helpless souls Soul; what is that? Where is mine? Questions that will never be answered At the edge of the land a nameless stone I walk over and begin to dig Deeper deeper deeper deeper  Sweats of blood drip into the dirt  In the dead of night not a person in sight  I lie in my grave counting the stars  Slowly and quietly I slip away  Away from the world, from all I have known  Still in my death I cry tears My tears are streams of countless pain
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
Countless Pain
In the dead of night not a person in sight  I walk the street of unending sorrows  My tears are streams of countless pain I walk, fists clenched, dragging the shovel My feet takes me to an unknown land Leafless trees and cold hard stones Stones with names I do not know Names that mark helpless souls Soul; what is that? Where is mine? Questions that will never be answered At the edge of the land a nameless stone I walk over and begin to dig Deeper deeper deeper deeper  Sweats of blood drip into the dirt  In the dead of night not a person in sight  I lie in my grave counting the stars  Slowly and quietly I slip away  Away from the world, from all I have known  Still in my death I cry tears My tears are streams of countless pain
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
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