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[penwhale]

I don't know how long ago I wrote this... but...

Life is
A path with no light
Searching for the way out
throughout my living days

Day in, day out
Always looking and searching
Yet I do not know

Of the days that I lived
For once I pause and reflect

You have seen it all
Out of nowhere
Underneath your consciousness
resurfaced memories
(My chances I've taken
Yet it's all for naught)

Life is full of chances
if I were to seize upon them
Full of bitter ness, I
end this and leave you with my words