All alone I feel the power
gaining gaining about to devour,
the fragment left of my soul
has now become a black hole.
Day by day,
night by night,
I wish it to hear my final plight,
but in the end
it doesn't care,
all that's left of me is air.
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Another depressing one
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Hmm... I found a lot of my suicidal-sounding poetry a month or so ago when I sorted everything to post stuff on here. Some of it was really quite pathetic.
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WoW!VERY POWERFUL WRITE!
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