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The scarlet drops of blood
the salty tears of Tragedy , and
as the razor shines in the moonlit night
the wolfs howl
and the ravens screech echos though the night
she sees a path though the darkness
leading to the end
the path is lit in a golden light
her hands tremble as she pulls herself off the ground
she stops in a gaze
then starts to walk, down
the path
from the looks of it the road was smooth
but the farther she walks the
rougher the road
but what she thinks
is if I get to the end
my life will be better, ill be a better person
so maybe she will keep going
or maybe it never ends
<3 me