the light,there is none.
I follow my memories,
to where I'd begun.
for no one was there.
My life flashed before me,
So I looked up and stared.
and a cold sweat,I dripped.
So I opened a book,
Through the pages,I flipped.
I knew it was a dream.
And that life is still short,
but is more than it seems.
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