Life is not a road,
and humans are not cars.
We are mere, blind souls
wandering on far.
Winding through the trees,
coming to a cliff...
Not seeing the drop
we fall into flight.
When we reach bottom
luck is our draw.
Whether we die
or keep going on.
I could not be any
more unfortunate.
Through all my falls
I have lived.
Another day in hell
another night alone.
It just isn't worth it.
Death... give me some.
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