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My Last Breadth

Thunder, lightening,
Chaos everywhere,
Everything is breaking
And I am in this room
All alone
Screaming, begging
Crying for help
Knowing perfectly well
That there is no hope.
In my aloneness
I say my last prayer
Hoping I will at least
Get a grave for my corpse
When death lays its icy hands me.



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