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Into The Void

The End

By Jasmine HarrisPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Into The Void
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I hear the void calling my name.

Whispering my name somewhere in the dark.

I'm seeking out the monsters who live underneath my bed.

Life is strange and dark.

The days are filled with mystery.

The nights are filled with fear.

The darkness and the silence are taking over every thought within.

The only certain thing in this life is death.

Which will certainly get us all.

There's nowhere left to run.

There's nowhere left to hide.

We cannot escape our inevitable demise.

So I'll walk slowly into the darkness and give the void my soul.

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    Written by Jasmine Harris