I can hear my footsteps far away,
Forcing their way through the darkness.
My constant breath may
Be getting out of control any time
As my hand throws the dice
Which will decide my fate.
With my bare fingers I hold the air
Since I no longer feel my lungs.
My eyes are closed but yet I stare
At the blurry path I left behind.
My heart beat races as I try to turn my head
To see what is it that's awaiting me,
But tears run down my face instead,
My head holds still.
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