If lifes treacherous nightmare should fall into my hands could I be forever forsaken with hate? If the vicinity of my heart should never love the world could I be forever forsaken with evil? If by chance the sun should turn into a dark shadow could I be forsaken of the light of enrichment? Or maybe perhaps I am forsaken of my dreams and hopes. To be only fulfilled of wretchedness and a coy and vacilate dispair.
Reason for writing:
I just thought it up as I was writing. It's nothing really special.
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