Friday, July 13, 2007


He looked back over his shoulder, into the dark, and felt a chill,
He could not stop, there was no rest, and no way back,
No chance to fix what damages he had caused,

He could only see a vague image of what was in front,
But he could feel the darkness, and the despair, laying out in front of him
And he kept asking himself: Is it worth the effort?

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