Dark times are looming.
Light is leaving my plane.
I fear there are no more avenues.
I am hanging by a thread rubbing against a sharp edge.
My time is sliced away as I dangle in despair.
Sorrow, consuming me from within.
Savaging my being.
Tears leaking, and rivers flowing.
Flowing down a waterfall.
My dreams dropping off the edge.
My doom is certain.
It awaits me at its doorstep.
I have to leave.
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