Soon shall I to sleep,
to enter that sweet oblivion.
To be away from the horrors of life,
That do prey upon my soul,
to lead me to despair.
That I, in my weakness,
May falter in the journey,
That all men take.
That has no end,
but is the end.







Devious Comments
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Books are a tease, they make one lust for life more by showing glimpses of the intensity of the experience of living, but it will not, it cannot show the true intensity of the experience of living.
-MayNilad Man
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