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One Final Strike
He sits in the darkness with tear stained face.
They all walk by no one cares enough to ask if he is fine.
He sits there day by day, just wasting away.
Till finally he is tired of no one caring,
so he takes the blade his only true friend.
The only one that can make him feel anything,
and ends it all with one final strike.
They all walk by no one cares enough to ask if he is fine.
He sits there day by day, just wasting away.
Till finally he is tired of no one caring,
so he takes the blade his only true friend.
The only one that can make him feel anything,
and ends it all with one final strike.
Published 22nd Sep 2011
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29th Sep 2011 10:38pm
i know and thats the only thing that keeps me from preforming that one final strike is you and only you cuz if i lost you the only thing that i would have left to do is preform one last strike and end my pathitic life, cuz you are the only thing that gives my life meaning
Anonymous
7th Oct 2011 4:17pm
a very good poem liked the story told within it
