Is this the end
My world just isn't the same. I walk like a zombie from the pain. I cry knowing this could be my final goodbye. All I see is grey skies and the paleness in my face. My body's cold and my hands ach. Like a corpse out of place. Will I let life pass me by or am I to late?
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