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sadness I look into the cloud of grey and fuzzy witheness
I cannot see nor feel anthing worth saying or feeling.
I cannot mutter any sense of knowing nor do isee an exit.
The cloud is heavy and stealth on my grave and no sound is still made.
The pinhole has closed and I am enveloped in pain, grey is black and white is a faded to colorless cold.
Do they?
Will they soul or will they go?
