dead men walking,desperate thoughts...
diseases so dreaded that sweep the mind and sweep the heart
in the realm of hope,that seems no more,
but a point in a haze................
darkness on vicinity that grabs but all....
and seems this darkness never fading,
by choice or by fate
but gone are those days
where choice was there.....
nothing but memoirs remain
memoirs that seemed good,,now-black n white
beauty that became dreadful sight.......
no hope,no passion,no gain but pain..
counting the days that remain........................ ...
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