Chills
The vines grow,
and the road cracks.
It's all just a part of life.
And as my bones chill
the future is out of sight.
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The vines grow,
and the road cracks.
It's all just a part of life.
And as my bones chill
the future is out of sight.
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I am no longer afraid of the blank page ahead of me, but I am frightened of the things that could be revealed from which I have already written. That is why I am unassociated.
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well done
I like the way you wrote this, and I think that different people could take it different ways.
Good job!