As i die i see a dark black hole, i scream and shout but no one sees but me. I pull against the hold and run i terror, i hold on to a girls hand ,but who is she ? a friend? a family member? i dont konw any more but as i look back on that dark hole i see more like me all so pale and i wave good-bye and i leave to stay with my own kind now
*can you guess what this is all a metaphore for or what it is really about?* thanks
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my life as a mad man
thus the name, a journal of my life
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