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#acrostic My God, am I dying. Each heartbeat is pain, trying Ever so hard to make These voices in my head go, but Joe Black knocks at my door Or, is this somebody Else. Something more than a man.
Sent off to meet him, With a blow to the head, My life is not over, Though I'm lying there, dead, He greets me kindly, Eyes dark as stars, Hair like the mountains, So near yet far, I've known him...
Remember those times when you were little and you wished you were a grown up. I can remember how I would fantasize about all the cool adult things I would get to do. I regret that everyday.
Another New Venture awaiting the thumbs up :) I hate hospitals. They're full of the sick and dying.