I can't find a place out of here.
I am nearing my end.
There is no escape.
No place to hide.
It is drawing closer.
I can feel the wind against my neck.
Ready to pick me and bring me away.
I'm almost ready to go.
Yet, something is still missing.
My destiny is not fulfilled.
Awaiting for someone to come and save me.
From this wretched place that I call home.
Rejected from society,
I come to the end of my road.
With no money, no friends.
I am homeless as my last wishes are granted.
I am alone at last,
without any worries to bother me.
Never to be found.
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