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by Darclyfe Aug 14, 2014 category : Sadness, depression / about death
There's a Dark Horse in the blackened night. during the day though it fades into the light. I imagine one day that I will find this horse. But I alone will find the source. I'll live again of course. But to life is my remorse? No! I will be free I will see this Black horse. Am I to exist? Can I make the list? My body will resist. But the Black Horse will insist. The end is near. My life stops here.