Last night I heard a whisper, my name called on the wind, it ask me to listen it asked me where have I been, through the darkness I tried to reply, holding in the silence for I could not lie, I have been here was is what I said, lying and waiting in my bed, do not lie the voice had said, for I have seen what is in your head, there is nothing on the other side, so why must you choose to die, It is not death that I choose, but lack of life that I refuse, in daylight the memories all fade, when in the dark I become afraid, troubled by shadows in the night, haunted by faces in the light , I can not live in these thoughts do not try said the voice, for we all have to make a choice, stand and fight for there is your way, and then the whisper faded away, I listen to words and another day rose, I guess thise time it is life I chose,Birth sign: Not entered
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