a life after death
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The wind blows solemnly through my bones
The crows no longer sing their songs
It feels like a blizzard in my mind
My psyche being eaten away by frost bite.
I’m losing my mind
Under the sky, so bright with hope
a phone held tight ot my ear
Seeing that which only my eyes would fathom,
I yearn to be there.
Currently wishing away the nights
