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My Darkest Hour
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Such a smooth race to nowhere.
A cold walk out onto the rocks,
far out into the mist of the sea.
Wind whipping past me,
as if to hold me in place.
Like a sign from God.
The one I'm trying to disgrace.
I lean out further,
arms stretched out wide.
Sad I have no tears left to cry.
I close my eyes and listen.
Waves grapple with the shoreline.
Birds argue with gusts of wind.
My hair is tangling itself up.
Now he is here to take me home.
Where I will whimper myself to sleep.
Such a sweet relief in sleep.
Dare I hope, to never awaken?
