Standing on the edge of my thoughts
Trying to make use of the fragments that fall
Into the huge bottomless chasm
Parts of me also started to fall
Going with the autumn whistling wind
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What was once me seemed to fade
To grey, leaving a hole in my being
The fog, covers everything that I’m seeing
And all that surrounds me is but shadows
And all what had once a meaning seemed so shallow.
Good night beautiful souls.
