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sitting in these woods,



day to day,



i watch these people,



fade away,



into the nothingness,



of the day,



night has come now,



im still sitting here,



woundering when,



ill finaly fade away,



with the graceful night,



into the void i stair,



woundering why,



so many are scared,



scared to die,



death is only life i say,



when i finaly fade away,



it will be my wakeing day,



and death shall take my hand,



so that we will walk together again؟