A time when illness, I thought I was at the end.
Into another place and time I fall
Further, deeper
Off the black cliff of time
Lost in air
Forgotten life
Forgotten love
Cold and damp in the depths
Is this it?
Is this the end?
How will I know?
I will know
The cliff does not deceit
No lies, no front
Time is done
My time is done
Black, cold
It’s over
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