Used by many
Left by some
To all spares every penny
But has ears from none
Caught up in a journey
Though it's just begun
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Help! There's a somebody with a gun!"
A loud ROAR, Dead Silence, could it be? 
Faking a smile once more for dear death, sinking is the setting sun
A relief that theres no more reality
& now a free soul says.. "Finally, I will forever rest, no more will I have to run." 


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