Oblivion

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Oblivion

As I make my way out of Oblivion,

She is forced deeper in,

A monster,

pushes her forward.

A line of tears streak her face,

one last push,

She falls over the edge,

I scream,

running towards Oblivion,

hopeless and helpless. 

I see her fall for a while,

clawing at the walls,

as hopeless as I am.

I wish it was me,

as the darkness swallows her up. 

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