"At last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last I grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. I wasn't miserable anymore: I wasn't anything at all. I was a nothing— a random configuration of molecules. If my heart still beat I didn't know it. I was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping face called Death, all I knew was nothing, all I did meant nothing, all I felt conveyed nothing. This was no passing thought. It was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold."
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In Time
PoetryI decided to write my feelings in poems and I hope u guys enjoy.It covers a lot of topics,some of them are redundant and I hope you enjoy them nonetheless.Love you guys and I hope you continue supporting my works. Love,Kanae (^～^)
