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|A time when my path of life was strun to and fro with the stones of deep dispair. This is a short poem that basically summons up my views from the time. I think the title pretty much emplains the poem, don't you?||
~Meaningless Life ~
Why am I here?
Why are you here?
Better to die,
Than lay awake at night
Cut out your heart and offer it to me,
On the desolate throne,
Of your horrid existence.
|Losing You||The Gypsy Chronicles: Proem & 1/2 Part 1|
|Gypsy Chronicles 2 (Proem & Chapter 1)|