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| Before The Door To Death Opens |
3/20/1998
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Stumbling through a world that I was brought into.
Stumbling through a world that has no meaning yet.
Trying to discover an exit that will lead me to my home.
I have to find answers to the many questions that I have.
These are the questions about life.
Why was I born?
I have to find the answer!
Before the door to my own world closes.
Before the door to death opens.
Before I am dragged through.
Why is there life?
That is my next question.
I must hurry.
There is no more time now.
I must run.
Stumbling through a world, still.
Trying to find these answers.
Finally entering life.
I travel through.
I must be there soon.
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