And it draws so near, when I will cease to hear,
when my life will draw forth into my own hand,
and I will pass gracefully into that greater land.
Sometime I've wondered and cared,
what other people thought and dared,
when it came to my image into their mind,
and finally I see just how far behind,
my visions and guesses of people have been,
and thus I it is written,
to be fine and happy I will pretend,
and by my hand my own life will end.
whatever happened to blogging david? ;-;
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