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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1667480

Is there anything to be afraid of?

We can’t go back I cried to them
We never see the sun again
The darkness scares me, hold my hand
They don’t believe, cannot learn
It is too late I say in vain
We’re on the way to hell and then
We stop.
Why not?
Why not just drop
Dead?
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