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Created on: January 30, 2010
Everything is black.
I'm surrounded by darkness, loneliness, sadness.
I search around me for a light
A glimpse of something
Anything besides black.
I fail.
I find only more blackness and emptiness.
I am alone.
Beneath me
It's cold, hard, bare
Except for a small puddle
Of what I soon discover are my own tears.
I keep on searching
For that small glimpse of light
But I am weak
So completely helpless.
I soon collapse onto the frosty, hard surface beneath me.
I wonder how I got to this place.
I lie there
Breathing in the coldness below me.
Breathing is getting harder now
And a new puddle is appearing under my face.
I try to think something good, possibly blissful.
But everything good seems to be disappearing into the blackness.
Blackness is swallowing everything up
But I refuse to be It's next victim.
It's getting at me now.
I'm to weak.
I'm trying my hardest to escape it.
I will not give up.
I can't.
I'm going to fight until the end
I have to.
Blackness is winning.
I just don't have enough strength.
My entire body is limp.
I'm completely numb.
The blackness is pulling me.
I take one last deep breath
Of the chilling air surrounding me.
It's over
Everything is black.
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