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Poem - The Hymn Of The Lost Soul
Staring down that empty road,
Made of gravel it holds,
Life itself in its darkest hour.
You have made friends,
With darkness in its blackest hour.
The sky is gray, and,
Happiness is fading,
Slipping through your fingers,
Right in front of your tear - stained eyes.
And right there you turn into a black hole,
Full of hopelessness and sorrow.
That's how it feels,
Staring down that road.
Covered in fog,
It blinds you at the end.
That is my road.
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