As I left my life,
Falling through the dark tunnel that is death
Who would hold me
Who would care for me?
The emptiness that engulfs my soul
The hopelessness that takes its place
And yet, my death has not yet begun.
I am still living,
My eyes are still wide open,
And yet my life has ended
And yet my life has ended.
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To you my God, my Silent One, the Author of my life. To you do I dedicate these writings, in your hands are my thoughts.
