DecisionsDeath is near, I can see it coming, As I am running, Down wet, dirty streets, Looking, Searching, For the white light, That is my death, The rain is pouring down, As I feel death calling, Calling for me, And only me, Death is welcoming me, Inviting me, Should I accept it?Decisions
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