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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1787055
Giving up to growing weakness
  Down, Down, Down,
  I fall into the deep.
  There's no light in here,
  So easy to get some sleep.

  Sinking down,
  Past hope,
  Past Warmth,
  Past Comprehension,
  Past Light.

  The light stretches until it can reach no further,
  it's extended fingers search for me,

  No Success.

  As I continue down, darkness permeates my skin.
  All feeling,
  All desires,
  All fears,
  All dreams,
  Are lost to the void.
  The darkness.
  Everything lost within me.

  What does it mean to be alive?
  What does it mean to feel, to speak, to thrive?
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