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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It started with a silent night; As the winter winds howled outside, it took only a few seconds; And all of a sudden the tears began, Like a rushing river they flowed from my eyes- Because all of a sudden I knew; And I was afraid. Flying out of the bed, I ran and ran; I couldn't stop, So I kept going and going, And when I had found it- the deepest darkest place in the house, I curled up and hid; Because I knew! About the pain- of...death; All too frightening, I couldn't hide the fear anymore! Of being forgotten, Of being alone, The fear of every drop of my blood- Falling in vain.. It took all too long to realize; The cuts were getting deeper, And the chains clenched tighter, Like the teeth of a viper around my throat- And the thing I feared more than all else, Had almost taken me within its grasp; And with each passing day, they came, Another infinity of sharp red lines on my wrist- But no longer would I endure, No longer would I choose suffering! Because, I was..tired of being afraid, Tired of all this pain; What was it all for anyway? To endure? To live on knowing that I made it? The fear had been merciless; And I wouldn't confine myself to this any longer, Because; I figured it out... People were made to be free. The world used to be meaningless, Life had no point to me- but then, I thought; And my wondering brought discovery, And that discovery became an epiphany; My epiphany! Dare I say it, The fear of death was left behind; There was only one cure for my condition- They called it inspiration. And I knew from that point on how to conquer death, Memories- dearest memories- of me, Would have to stand the test of an eternal clock; It always ticked, on and on, And I created, ever passionately, So that people might remember, Even after such a mournful passing, And only one question remains: Do you remember?
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