Snapshots From Hell

I see the world as a planet from hell. It began the day I was born. The end of hell is death.

I know how it feels to be alone. With no one beside you, when you lie down at night. Thinking of being all alone, makes you want to cry

Death is like a shadow. It follows close behind. We never give it much mind, but it's really there... waiting to overtake you.

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