I'm treading a road not often tread,
Walking aimlessly wishing to be dead,
Walking alone, but why is there no end?
This road leads to eternity, but I see now its never ending,
Forever lost on this straight and narrow road to redemtion,
Taking my life takes to much premeditation,
I can't think without a mind,
To do so I must be fading,
Losing what I was, Or maybe what I wasn't,
Or perhaps worse What I Gave up wishing to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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