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sick to my stomach, I wonder the point not fame or success, neither wealth nor repute mine—that which I seek is why a build to ****** then simply abrupt end destined to wither and fade— to die all this just for that man once boy, felt fear keeping youth at bay "You're too young to worry, my dear." mother would say though from pit, I knew my day drew near growing in stature, the dark still so bold if I am so young, why do I feel so, so old? so focused my despair I emulate that which I dread— the dead to sit and ponder moments slipping life's force dripping mood always sombre by fear my life I waste fretting ever, twilight oppression relinquishing life's foretaste a mustard seed grown to mountain nocturne's anguish fountain so dark a threat to own soul if love be an answer its inevitable loss an even worse decanter I seek to sooth the sting of death have I found You? are You listening?
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
Anguish Fountain
sick to my stomach, I wonder the point not fame or success, neither wealth nor repute mine—that which I seek is why a build to ****** then simply abrupt end destined to wither and fade— to die all this just for that man once boy, felt fear keeping youth at bay "You're too young to worry, my dear." mother would say though from pit, I knew my day drew near growing in stature, the dark still so bold if I am so young, why do I feel so, so old? so focused my despair I emulate that which I dread— the dead to sit and ponder moments slipping life's force dripping mood always sombre by fear my life I waste fretting ever, twilight oppression relinquishing life's foretaste a mustard seed grown to mountain nocturne's anguish fountain so dark a threat to own soul if love be an answer its inevitable loss an even worse decanter I seek to sooth the sting of death have I found You? are You listening?
#fear#death#time#afterlife
shaun-meehan
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shaun-meehan
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
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