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Up the steps you ascended,

while i watched,

and fully fell,

into this void,

this hell space,

no feelings tell of,

where all ceases to exist.

As your back closed out the door,

terminal sadness,

i drew down,

and claw through now,

clinging to consciousness,

old must die,

to make room for new.

For there's only i,

each today,

just waiting,

for death's giveway,

the moment my soul,

returns to daily pastures,

re-hashed and renew'd.