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Where am I?
On the brink of a doomed hill
murmuring monologues to myself
Images floating through my eyes
Searching into myself
If i was ever alive
Or was it just a dream
fading away into darkness
A darkness called fantasy
Which dangled upon me as a knife
Flabbergasted was I
With shenanigans of fate
Which duped me as a hollow soul
But if I fall into the darkness
I shall be vanished in oblivion
And am I dead then?