Dark night,
Lonely street,
I'm standing alone.
Torpidness took control,
over my solitude soul.
Cynical thoughts,
Breaching my vulnerabilities,
My helpless soul,
Struggling to breathe in,
Air of positivity.
Expiration!!
The incessant struggle,
Ceased to last.
Death?
No,
I call it,
Paraclete's Demise....
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