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This poem is all because of one my best friends, Kayt, who gave me one line, creating 52 instead of 24.

tryin to find a shortcut
to find another way
but all the doors keep closing
keeping me at bay...
the light continues to be blocked
makiing it impossible to see
i turn toward the darkness
though the light is right in front of me

maybe my darkness is related to my past
consumed by my obscurity
until the shadow is mo longer cast
i long to forget
my ugly, painful memory
i long to erase
the past life i wish was history

i am imprisoned by my ghosts
shackled by the heart
and though the pain is hard to bear
i can't pull out this dart
it pierced so deep
the blood ran dry
my life is slowly fading
as i ponder, "why?

"why, why am i
the one to die?
why must it be me, whise last breath
is nothing but a lowly sigh?

"a sigh of relief?
am i relieved to die?
if so, let me ask..
ask myself this: why?
why would i be relieved to die?
is it because it's been long since
my sould was touched by a tender hand?
or because my sould and heart wince

"at the thought of loving anew?"
my life seems so meaningless now as it passes before my eyes
i'll stop this show of memories and bow
to death as it welcomes me
with a warm embrace
i will lay peacefully
easily fitting in my case

is this the wasy to end it?
is this the way to fall?
it's not like i'm being pressured
with my back against the wall,
but i still wonder why, why me,
why must i be the wone to die?
while my last breath, instead of a scream,
is just an empty...sigh