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The Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper is facing me.
I feel; he wants to come over to me.

Has my time come yet?
Everything seems so blurry!

My strength and energy; they are dwindling.
I am still looking for something, I have to find it!

Minutes, hours, days; completely the same.
The time she runs by so fast.

The hope; it disappears.
In the end, does Grim Reaper win?

After a long time my fears disappear.
The journey begins, it is not the last, but the longest!

(written by KiBLS)

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Author: KiBLS | Written: 17.03.2017 | Published: 02.10.2018 | German original | License: CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 | e-Book: Neurolinguistic hacks
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