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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1717325
Dying alone.
I quiver through the darkness. There's nothing to be seen. There's nothing to be heard. I am alone, my heart reaching out for anyone to grasp it, care to it. But to them, I am invisible, blending into the black background. I am here, just open your eyes and glimpse all that can offer you. My time is subtracting each passing moment and every moment you waste, my heart weakens more and more. My entire body trembles as I think of what could of been. My heart beats quicker and quicker knowing what's bound to occur. I listen to the searing pound of my heart, as my breathing grows stronger. Louder and louder, everything grows. Silence instantly fills up the room. I lay there, alone.
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