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the phone rings.... nobody answers just like the prayres i still have yet to have had answers too.... a motive to pick my broken body up from the cold ground from which it lay....the dissapointment has left me dead unto this world i remain lifeless, letting the vines grow over into shacles... waiting for death done by my own hand... i know now this shadowed cold world does not care wether we live or die....she just takes us back into the dirt from where we first came.....hoping we never rise again to do harm unto her....so we shal lay in the dark like the shadows from which we once seen become demons dancing in the night around the living , brushing their hands on our sholder as we lay falling asleep.....the feeling we will get is unbarable and when the hairs stands up on the back of our neck and the wispers of dark thoughts are spoke in our ears we shall all fall back to the depths of our own demise