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Just the sounds in my head, As I plummet into the abyss- sombre in its existence.
Just the caress of the wind, nipping into my skin as it aids my descent.
all the tears dry up as I brush through the shadows, I brush through the storms, I tumble through the meadows full of thorns. And yet keep falling, As it never terminates, Scars shaping up all in its wake, As I tumble down, tis me that the stygian cold rakes.
Just to view the hopeful sun set; And let the chaos take and take....
