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i feel as hollow the life that makes up these woods my boots will leave no mark on this world and with baggage coats of bitterness wander through dark forest until eyes are finally shut maleReport this content
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These woods reek of death and the wind that blows through them howls like suffering of the eternally damned. This darkness is all encompassing, all consuming. Ever maddening it presses on the mind. Every time I shut my eyes I feel every loss in my life. My friends and my family. The crushing pressure of their deaths weigh in my chest like a closed casket. All the sadness of a funeral procession crushing the life from my lungs. With every step into this darkness I bury the ones I haven't lost yet but they may as well already be dead. Those lost to murder, to accidents, to sickness... Everyone I never told goodbye. Their deaths will weigh upon my failing consciousness until my troubled eyes finally close forever.
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