Wandering

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I wander...

To places I didn't think were possible.

I wander...

Into the great unknown.

I wander...

While the hands of death grasp onto me pulling me down into the deep abyss.

I wander...

I look as faces pass me by, not knowing what goes on inside.

I wander...

To be engulfed by darkness, not knowing where to find the light.


I wonder...

If people will notice me gone.

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