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Spiraling Down,
Is there hope to be Found?
Am I Bound,
Bound to become Numb?
Numb to death's Touch,
To watch all perish to his Clutch,
Having people I Love,
Fly like a Dove.
Leaving me Behind,
With memories in my Mind.
That will lead me Down,
Spiraling down, where hope isn't Found.
Is there hope to be Found?
Am I Bound,
Bound to become Numb?
Numb to death's Touch,
To watch all perish to his Clutch,
Having people I Love,
Fly like a Dove.
Leaving me Behind,
With memories in my Mind.
That will lead me Down,
Spiraling down, where hope isn't Found.
poem wrote when another person the third died
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