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My Future

Do I have a future? Sure, I have a present. I exist, but for how long now? I am weary. I try to rest. Is death near? I don’t know. I bear life alone. The horizon is invisible and dark. I wake at all hours. I never rest. The ebbing moon is dark and delusionary. Dark clouds destroy all hope. And there is no comfort in silence. Dawn soon comes. My heart pounds like mad. Perhaps it is my time.

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