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This is where it settles
The world is proud of its emptiness
Evident in where it all ends.
Our long walks to nothingness
Terminate within the narrow walls of a grave.
Our pleas never meet forgiveness,
This fall is inevitable
To prove to humanity its hollowness,
Defying even the saving grace of friends
To bury us into our eventual lonesomeness.
Thomas Tee2emm Bot