serendipity 一 poems

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I feel like there's no escape
The paths are clogged and the only thing that exists besides myself is just darkness
like there's no helping hand
and there never will be
as if everything's ended and over
the chilling wind had already blown away the few remnants left of myself
there's nothing left but empty matter
that death will just come after failure
and nothing else

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