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I stand on deaths road
Wondering what will happen next I blindlessly walk Until I come to a cross road I look around To the left is the most beautiful girl To the right is a darkness None like I have ever dreamed of I start walking to the right I can't help it I want Wish so badly I was going to the left It is almost like I am floating on air When I stop I am looking right at Death himself He reaches his bony riped flesh hand out Grabs me by the throat He starts strangling the life out of my body I drop to my knees Gasping for air I realize I can't move Not even my toes I faint unable to wake up A sleepful state endlessly for eternity
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