Chills throughout our spines.
I kept to myself and thought about –
the weakness throughout my mind.
Days are to become drizzled,
And my head shall become empty.
Like a fire lit without a match,
Or something that will never come back.
Stepping on stones,
As my world seems to crumble,
Have we done everything possible?
I wish I could take back what I said,
For maybe this wouldn’t –
be so dead.
My senses are withered,
And my soul is ice,
Please help me,
I am lost in life.
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