rejected and unwanted,
trudging through the snow.
push life to the limits.
as far as it can go.
whats a life worth living
if theres no lightened tunnel at the end?
a war arises from the mist
and sends ill amends.
more than unwanted
more than unneeded
now lying on the ground.
life comes out of me,
and with this final breath
it goes without a sound
killer_of_angels Community Member 
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