Start of Death

Draining away,

wilting into nothingness,

drag into the dark,

what you used to be,

before it began,

before you existed,

I was alone,

this much I know,

why must we suffer?

we never let go,

of things we lose,

why is that?

I lost something,

which I will never forget,

but I chose to lock it up,

and not speak of it again,

maybe you will find out,

one day yes,

maybe if you survive,

all the torture and pain,

that is life.

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