The timid grey

The struggle to grasp life when the timid grey never seams to be too far away. You look at your life and see an abyss. Helplessly waiting for your demise.  The materials you gained mean nothing while on your death bed. The cancer has spread to your head.  The only thing their is what you took for granted. Your family. 

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