We want to hold onto life but our fate is death
but in the ruins of death there is life just blosoming wating for the day that it to will die just like the one before
life is a railway we are just walking along not knowing that the train of death is closing in on us and when we here the whistle of that train... its to late.
P.S.: if you dont think that was deep you are just like me you have no heart.
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The darkness of my heart
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