FinalityA Poem by Chasing StrangeIn the end, we're all the same.And it's over in a whisper; in a single rush of breath. All the things that you had hoped for, and all that's left is death. © 2012 Chasing StrangeAuthor's Note
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AuthorChasing StrangeRaleigh, NCAboutDon't mind me. I write mostly crap. I just have a lot that I need to get out, and I have never been good at the small talk. more..Writing
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