Walking the dark road,
Wrought with despair,
Holding a sorrowful load,
Breathing in the wretched air.
An empty soul screams,
The pain beyond compare,
Minds tearing at the seams,
Take on this dare.
Living is a suggestion,
But if you look down the bore,
Let me ask you this question,
Is the end worth waiting for?
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