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En text som jag skrev nu i vecka.
Den är ej färdig.
"Stuck within, punished to feel, only anguish,
Why is this real? Hatred to life but so afraid,
Death so beautiful, scary as it is cold,
I’m afraid…
Darkness, a freedom to the life, hollowed is the sight,
Darkened shadows of fear, as they embrace me,
Anguish, a punishment of life, to live and to be afraid,
Death is a part of it so why?
Is there a meaning, what shall I believe,
Is my own faith the truth, is there something in the end,
I haven’t seen what I want to see to believe,
Is it dark, is it cold or is it a freedom?
Anguish, a craft for torture, a plague to life,
It is clarity, but why do I fear?"
Annons
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