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Almost there


I’m almost there,

To the point of killing myself

Almost made it.

Just a few more inches.

 

I’m almost there,

Just a few more words

Then I’m gone

Out of this place

 

I’m almost there,

Just a few more times

A few more salty words

Then ill end it

 

Shadows all around me

Hands and voices pulls

Slumber with us Fallen One

Light begins to fade away

 

So close,

Almost there,

Just…a…few more…

“DON’T GO BOO”  

 

Eyes opened, back in time.

I turned to look and realized, how could I forget?

There’s someone I want to share my life with

How can I think of such a thing?

 

She is the reason I’m still here

The one that took out darkness

Thank you, thank you

I was almost there

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