The down turn
I'm beginning to wonder.
What does it mean to loose it all.
Family, friends, home.
The thought creates a fog.
Its similar to walking in the night.
No light, no light.
That damn night.
When im all dried up.
It will just be me.
I went as I came.
A singularity.
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